What is happiness? Something we seemingly spend our whole lives striving for. We have this grand idea that if we just reach the top of the mountain, the edge of the cliff, we will finally be happy. But what are we really saying? When we stop striving, when we are just being, when we take a moment to reflect on how far we have come. Maybe that’s happiness?
And if that is so, then do we have to wait so long? If it can exist in every moment we stop… notice… embrace the present moment.
What if happiness isn’t the top of the mountain… but the fluff of a dandelion, floating through the air, one perfect tuft at a time. Fleeting, transient, delicate.
We spend so much time striving and chasing and fighting for our ultimate goals, but do we stop and take stock? Do we sink into the grass beneath our feet, do we tune into the sound of the birds? Do we ignore the tiny, beautiful nuggets of golden happiness buried in plain sight all around us in ultimate pursuit of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?
Maybe happiness is that. Not an ultimate destination, but sinking your feet into the journey, taking in your surroundings, the opportunity to just… be.
I have an invitation for you. Go outside. Close your eyes, feel the sun on your skin, see what you can notice. And check in with how it makes you feel. That’s all. Maybe you’ll find something new to feel. Maybe not. But taking the time, to notice, makes all the difference.
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