Sunday, April 22, 2007
I remember the book Happiness is a Warm Puppy. It conjured up that kind of childlike happiness that most of us long for. I haven't thought about the warm puppy kind of happiness in a long time. The book is about appreciating the little things in life that make us happy. Thinking about that child hood book is a reminder that it is possible (and maybe necessary) to find happiness in things that may be overlooked. One of the pages from the book that I think fits my life is the one that shows Linus working on a jigsaw puzzle: "Happiness is finding the little piece with the pink edge and part of the sky and the top of the sailboat."
I know that somewhere along the way I came to think that happiness meant having more things, a bigger house, a nicer car and recognition for my work. The truth is that none of that is what makes me happy. I think that my happiness comes from accepting myself for who I am, and not being dependent on others to bring me happiness. It's a form of surrender for me. I've always wanted to be loved, yet never loved myself. I thought that if I loved someone else enough, they would love me back. I looked for my happiness through the eyes of others. I'm not saying that I always am self-accepting. However, I appreciate so many more things today and find that I'm more appreciative of myself and what I think and feel. I want to keep the kind of simple happiness in my life that comes from the small things.