I realized a couple of things after writing my first post:
- Writing something worthwhile is hard.
- Writing something truthful is even harder.
This isn’t going to be a long post, but it will be truthful.
What does happiness mean to me? I’m not sure I believe happiness is something you find at the end of a race or journey. I think it’s a goal one strives to reach, but can never fully attain. I believe it’s the pursuit of the idea of “happiness” that makes life interesting.
What makes me happy today, may not make me happy tomorrow. Does that mean there is something wrong with me? Why can’t I just be happy and stay that way? I believe it is normal to fall in and out of happiness. I believe there are few absolutes in this world. How I define happiness isn’t one of them.
It wasn’t until my 20 anniversary trip with Sara that I really thought about what makes me happy. I realized that my happiest moments have always been with her. I have fallen in and out of happiness many times since then. The one thing that hasn’t changed is the happiness being with her brings me. I know I’m contradicting myself, so sue me. 🙂