How Happiness Sneaks Up on Us If We Stop Chasing It

One day a person  met a hungry tiger. He ran. The tiger pursued  him. Coming to a cliff, he jumped, catching hold of a tree root to prevent himself falling to the bottom where, horror upon horror, another tiger waited to eat him.

He hung on for dear or precious  life to that very skinny  root.

Then a little mouse came and started to nibble at the root. The mouse was hungry and also the fibers begins to snap.

Just then, the person  saw a ripe red strawberry near him, growing from the cliff face. Holding the vine  with one hand, he picked the strawberry with the other hand .

How sweet it tasted! How happy he was!

 We have a tendency to get  happiness from outside. We see it as a consequence of things on the far side  ourselves. As if happiness was a perk of a brand new job, a company car, or access to the gym, or some secret area in a house we want, one day, to occupy.

But happiness isn't a by-product. Happiness is.

We seek happiness from outside, extrinsically, ignoring that it lives only inside. Happiness is intrinsic.

The things that come to us from outside, accidental  rewards,  don't seem  in our control. To believe  them for happiness is to put ourselves at the mercy of fate and luck. If we discover happiness within, though, it 's truly ours. We can learn to nurture it.

Like a grouchy old house cat that may not allow you to pet her, spurns the food you lovingly put out, and hisses if you get too close, happiness will, unexpectedly, flrx on your lap and comfort you from time to time.

Does this mean that we cannot make ourselves happy? That happiness is temproary or unfair and we must suffer until it visits us?

Though we have a tendency to can’t force that grouchy old cat to come, we can learn to sit quietly, giving her space and encouragement. We can learn to quieten our mind and permit the happiness of  being alive —in this moment—to enter us. We will invite happiness in, by gap to that.

Not doing things to become happy. Holding  ourselves be happy.

If I stop seeking outside of myself and begin experiencing what it is to live this moment, then happiness would possibly flex in my chest and comfort me.

Happiness lives on a mountain in a summer gale. It sneaks into an early morning hospital room. It is here now if, between one word and the next, I pause my typing, and I wait.

It lives inside me, not in things that I need , or suppose I want.

It’s here.

Now is a good time to be happy.

Now is the only time there is.

I am grateful I'm here, now.

I am grateful that, somewhere inside me, now, there’s happiness and if I stop searching for it out there, may be  it'll come back to take a seat on my lap.

How sweet it tasted! How happy he was!

Hitarth

Author & Editor

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