I’ve often wondered what it means to be happy.
Happiness is one of those words that means one thing when you’re talking about everyone else, and another thing when you’re talking about yourself… it always seems easier for someone else to be happy than for us.
I’ve learned a “thing or two” about it from my 5 year old nephew who is a happiness master.
When you tell him no, he doesn’t melt down like other children his age, he immediately finds a way for it to be ok and says “ok maybe next time”.
When he is going to a birthday party and only knows the birthday girl, he hopes the new friends he’s about to make are nice.
When his fish dies, he just wants to get another…after all there’s plenty of fish in the sea.
When his mom made him get ready for school on a Saturday as an April Fools joke, he was just pleased that come Monday he was going to be all packed and ready to go.
And when your dad shaves off all of your hair right before crazy hair day, you just wear a blue wig.
I think we could all take some lessons from him.
We can be happy if we want to be, we just have to choose it.