Even though I have had this epiphany several times I have had it again this morning and it always hits me hard. Happiness is not a destination. I was thinking about Robin Williams. I was thinking about how he had everything that would make me happy. He had the material objects, a beyond successful career and was literally lived by millions of people. I thought? If I had that, I would be happy. And then my grandmothers voice rang through my head. Happiness is not a station that you eventually pull in to. Its a mode of travel. I was ashamed of myself for thinking for a second that robin Williams should have been overjoyed with what he had. How materialistic of me. I was also ashamed of myself for thinking that I would be happy if only I had those things. I analyzed the things that I have been striving for and thinking about all summer. I have really felt that once I obtained those things I would be happier and less stressed. Maybe I will be, but I need to enjoy my life and be happy anyway while I reach the station. Sometimes I forget these little life lessons.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 16:47:12 +0000
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