happiness
happiness is as elusive as a butterfly’s kisses.
for me at least..
based on the fact that what’s in the core of man’s fallen nature is the seed of selfishness. people tend to make what they have or what they have achieved the barometer of happiness, hedged on what they want.
if a man is present in a lady’s life, she thinks she’s complete.
if someone granted with awards and recognitions, he thinks he’s fulfilled.
if one has risked and cavorted with death, one thinks he’s proved what life is worth.
if you get what you want, you think you’re happy.
do you really think so?
i don’t.
i believe that a person will never be absolutely happy if he gets what he wants. well, maybe for a moment but certainly not for long. because he will only end up wanting more… and more.
instead, have ultimate joy gauged by what you simply need.
a father, a mother, a family that wholeheartedly support you. and if you’re lucky maybe a man to share dreams with. a job that replenishes finances at the end of the month and at times affords you little luxuries. friends whom you can count on when the going gets tough and pray the best for you and those whom you can chat with over cups of hot coffee. a baby’s first innocent smile or a child’s sincere and soft, wet kisses. life, despite the blind curves and long stretches. or simply the fact that you’re alive to enjoy God’s blessings. the first sunbeams at the break of morn that kiss your face or that cool gentle breeze that caress your neck when you’re out on a walk.
a God that never fails even though at times we fail to be faithful.
these, i believe, are sufficient to bring about a smile from the core of your heart that lights up your countenance.
knowing the subtle difference between want and need is essential to happiness.
happiness is elusive, yes. but its never out of reach.
like chasing butterflies are. running around or walking with stealth and flapping your net will get you nowhere. it will forever evade you. the best way to lure it is just to sit quiet in a spot and be content at the sight of its flight on fragile wings. and the next minute, you’ll feel the ever-gentle kiss of the butterfly in the crest of your hand.
