The idea of happiness is something I like a lot. I like that it means something completely different to everyone. What makes me happy is probably not going to be what makes the majority of the world happy.
Of course, there’s things that would make everyone happy, the ones we mention all the time. Good health, family and friends, earning a good living. But there’s things we don’t mention all the time, like opening boxes.
That sounds weird. What I mean is: I like opening the boxes of new stuff. When we buy something I like to open it. When new display models go out at work, I like to open the box. It’s such a simple thing, but it’s something that makes me happy.
I also like receiving post. The first thing I do when I get home from work is check to see if anything came for me that day. I think it stems from when I was younger and getting something in the post was a big deal because it happened mainly at two points in the year - birthday and christmas.
I can’t be so weird that one of these two things doesn’t make anyone else in the world happy, but these two mixed with everything else that does makes me unique, distinguishes me just like a fingerprint or DNA.
I’ve rambled. I wanted to write about happiness, because I am happy. Despite feeling like I spend far too much time working and not enough time doing anything BUT working, I actually quite enjoy my job. I earn a good living.
Despite not having a perfect family (and who does), I’m supported in whatever I choose to do. And despite not keeping close enough contact with friends I was closer to in the past, I know that I’m not a loner, and that people care about me. I have family and friends.
And above all, I’m well, and living. I have good health.
As I said earlier, different things please different people, and nobody is the same. But when you speak in basic principles of happiness, I’m not going far wrong.
I’m sure we’ll see over the next few days ;).
What I should do is actually post here.