We tend to forget that happiness doesn’t come as a result of getting something we don’t have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.
The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet. ~James Openheim
The weather is warm. The grass is green. Our trees are budding, and actually, the tulips are coming up early.* We spotted two cardinals on our morning walk. Those birds really should move out West because they are spectacular. The park is filled with our friends. We're racing our ride-ons up and down the driveway in the afternoons.
For many of us, our happiness is in the future, never reached, always coming. Today, for me, it's here, right now. I work at this constantly. I am forever keeping myself here and trying to soak up as much of all this childhood, this loud and messy whirl of life, as I can while it lasts. The days are long, the years are short indeed.
*This is big news in Ottawa, what with the upcoming Tulip Fest in May. Oh, Ottawa. Only in you, capital city where nothing bad ever seems to happen, would tulips blooming be front-page news. I am getting pretty skeptical of the lack of crime here. When we first moved here, I was all, "What? No stabbings in the Monday newspaper?" Where I'm from, it's not a weekend without a few stabbings. And lots of broken windows up and down the main avenues. Nothing says, "It's the weekend," like property damage, apparently. Actually, the weekend is really about red meat and beer. And maybe a little rye. What? I am from Alberta, after all. The stabbings and property damage are just consequences. Here, it's all lost kittens and, well, not much of anything. My disbelief is suspended, I guess, for now, but those cops directing traffic at Costco, surely, SURELY, they must have some crime to fight sometime somewhere. Right??