Happiness in the Walk
I discovered a startling truth the other day. I've recently found a new joy in my job going door to door. At first I thought it was the sun or the evening stroll, both things I love. But there was an even deeper aspect to the job that brought me so much joy. As I walked around what is well known as one of the nicer communities in my city I began to not see myself as working, but instead think of myself as being one of the people from the community. I would walk down the street and hear a family enjoying a BBQ in the back yard and picture that it was my family, my BBQ, my memories being made. I would put myself into each household and imagine how happy I would be if only that was me. I've never been one who thinks that happiness comes through possession and before now I've never even thought there would be "that" to make me happy. But my "that" isn't the latest technology or a private plane, instead, the "that" which I believe will make me happy in a family, a place to belong and a place to be loved. Don't get me wrong, I love my family I grew up with, biologically they are my family but I've never felt a sense of ownership or belonging. It has never been MY family, just a family. This realisation echoes through many aspects of my life I will not go into detail here but there is a follow up thought. If I believe that "that" will make me happy, what happens when one day I have achieved "that" but it is still not enough? Life is not a postcard, things don't magically get 100% better. Many people living in the big houses with the picture perfect families are not happy. Are they not happy because they want more or are they not happy because the don't appreciate what they have? What aspects of my life am I taking for granted that others strive for? How do we ever begin to fully realise how blessed we truly are in our current walk in life?


















