A light breeze blows,
showering me with creme-colored, circular elm seeds,
littering my outdoor work-space with debris.
I huff at my freshly cleared-off tablecloth becoming strewn with seed pods…again.
But, what am I expecting to have happen here? I’m sitting outside under a freakin’ elm tree, after all.
There’s a certain kind of learned, common human insanity that plagues our patterns of thought in detrimental, destructive ways.
I think it’s worth asking ourselves this question: What percentage of my day is spent wishing something was other than as it is?
I wish I were more _____ and less _____. I wish so-and-so was less of a jerk, for that dude to drive better, and for that lady to pipe down. I wish I had a cup of coffee or a brownie or a stiff drink. I wish it was warmer out or cooler out or dryer out or wetter out. I wish I didn’t have to go to work or do the laundry or haul the kids all over town or make dinner….
Not to sound harsh or anything, but, if you really want to be happy, you’re gonna need to stop trying so hard.
There is no way to happiness, happiness is the way.