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HAPPYNESS

I always thought that I would achieve happiness when I could claim a million dollars to my name. I sneered at talk of ‘money cannot buy happiness’ insisting that money may not be everything but it sure does put you in a better bargaining position and that that option to choose is, in truth, the definition of happiness.

I am beginning to notice the flaws in that notion of mine.

I am certain that I will, in the not so distant future, be able to claim a million dollars to my name. I will soon be able to make all those dreams of mine that were dependent on monetary muscle, come true…yet, I am also just as certain that happiness is not round the corner :-( 

I want a companion. I want a witness. I want a running mate. I would like a partner.

I find that I even as much as I am a formidable force on my own, capable of achieving great things, I have evidently achieved greater things when I had at least one person rooting for me…and not in a familial, obligatory way but in the conscious and deliberate way that only friends (defined in my world as ‘the family that chooses me’) can root for me.

How lovely, I imagine, it would be to have this one ‘stranger who chose me’ in my corner for the rest of our lives together in an ‘arrangement’ based on mutual respect and understanding; not drama, unrealistic expectations, and fickle ‘love notions’.

I want companionship. Give me evenings of silence as each one tries to beat the ‘one book a week’ deadline. Give me political discussions that will sometimes end with agreement to disagree-amicably. Give me willingness of either party to ALWAYS be honest, to keep no secrets with no fear of being judged or dismissed. Give me promptness to apologize when a mistake is made as opposed to resorting to the blame/ finger-pointing game. Give me involved, loving parenting if God gives responsibility of children…

Do I ask too much? Do I exhibit unfounded optimism?
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  1. Do our Members of Parliament have Character and quality of mindMarch 31, 2012 at 2:34 AM

    The truth is incontrovertible.Sometimes it is there but we can't see it. There will be so many risks, you will get impatient, but keep a positive mind. Don't be a christian without prayer even when you deserve everything, everything. Don't resign to fate, it is for mediocres, and u not one, u above average.
    What we can or cannot do, what we consider possible or impossible, is rarely a function of our true capability. It is more likely a function of our beliefs about who we are. So Lyn it is a matter of conviction. I see this come to you from the most unlikely source. I know you will ask me but you must summon the will.

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