With everything happening in the world right now, I’m struggling to write about happiness.
It seems silly to talk about pursuing personal happiness when important discussions are being had about race in my country. When people are being beheaded in other countries. When disease is spreading and grief, it seems, is everywhere.
But this is the real world.
This is the soil in which we must try to cultivate our own meaningful existence.
I’ve often said that happiness matters because it ultimately leads us to our purpose, our way of contributing to the larger tapestry of humanity. It’s hard sometimes to believe that when there are singe holes in the tapestry and my personal joy is found in such small things. How can creativity and going for walks outside possibly make a difference for anyone but me?
But it does.
Because what I do in my small corner is linked to all the other corners. Beauty begets beauty, and connection begets understanding and compassion.
Because I’m a mother, and so I am teaching the next generation every single day what it means to live with intention instead of react.
Because I can’t be on the front lines of every fight, so I have to know what it sounds like when my intuition whispers, “this one.”
Because in order to stand up when it feels right and speak up when it feels wrong to be quiet, I have to be grounded and strong.
Because on the days and weeks when it seems like a war is raging constantly outside, I need to be able to heal myself from the inside.
Because on days when there is death and destruction and injustice, there are also babies born and marriage vows said and forgiveness granted – and first borns starting their first day of high school.
The good and the bad, the light and the dark, it is all part of the same real life that is happening right now.
So, I will continue on with my quest for joy and peace. I will continue learning and teaching about listening. I will keep on advocating for the intuition and the still, small voice that comes from deep inside or way out there.
Because that, I’m certain, is where the answers to all that is wrong are hidden.