Worry is probably the only impediment to happiness for me, but it’s pretty easy to deal with. If I can do something to help the situation I’m worried about, I do it; if I can’t, why worry about it? What will happen will happen, and if I don’t have any control I may as well go along for the ride and see what happens. If it’s something bad, I’ll deal with it, but worrying about it beforehand just makes you upset for no reason.
I am generally a very happy person; maybe “happy” isn’t the right word, it makes me sounds like a Pollyanna. As my name implies, I am joyous. It is an unusual day where I don’t say to myself at least six times “life is sweet! I have no complaints” or “there is nowhere I’d rather be than right here and now.” I mean, I can imagine ways life could be better, but I have chosen my path, and whatever I experience is new and will never come around again. I can be happy because the sun is shining and I can be happy because the sun is not shining. I may have some natural advantages, since I am healthy and employed and do not truly hate or am hated by anyone (well, maybe Phaedrus, but that’s just too darn funny to bother me). Still, I remember being very happy in situations that, looking back, were pretty lousy.
Anyone wanna slap me now for my annoying sunshiny-ness?
“Happiness is nonetheless true happiness because it must come to an end, nor do thought and love lose their value because they are not everlasting.”