happiness: state of well-being characterized by emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy
I don’t think I’ve ever really looked at the definition of that word. Strangely though, I use it quite often (even have it in one of my previous blog posts). The scary part is that I don’t know whether I truly meet the qualifiers to call myself ‘happy’.
I am not unhappy. Anybody that has ever spent 5 minutes with me should know that. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that I’m not really what I thought I was. This is a case where an opposite really doesn’t do its opposite justice; there are far too many variables to account for on both sides of that equation.
I suppose the big insight I’ve had most recently is that I have been confusing happy or happiness with tolerable complacency. I’m only now starting to see what a dangerously precarious and slippery slope that can be. Am I to just clasp my hands together, sit, and wait for my disability to progress on, uninhibited, while I’m still able to do something about it? Am I waiting until it’s too late? Have I already?
I believe firmly that it’s never too late, that you just need to adjust your expectations. Maybe your penultimate desire(s) cannot be achieved – but find a 2nd place…
Happiness vs tolerable complacency. Meh… “Shiny Ball of Tolerable Complacency” just doesn’t roll off the tongue as nicely.