Where does happiness go?
Do we stash it away for someday and then forget where we put it?
It was a sad day when I realized that I can make other people laugh but I can’t make them happy … they have to do that themselves.
That lead me to ask a few people in my life, “Are you happy?”
Surprised that every answer had a pause attached to it with the person’s eyes searching the heavens.
Guess I expected one instant YES, I’m very happy! But … I didn’t get one.
I tried not to but I had to follow up with, “What is your happiest memory?”
My favorite answer was a friends happy thought that someday she would be driving down the coast in her pink Barbie Corvette.
Guess it’s a start … although she’s in her fifties, very very unhappy and can’t see how lucky she is to drive a Hyundai:)