Defining Happiness

I’ve been thinking the last few days about happiness and what it really is? I know this may sound a strange question but I struggle with the concept of being happy. Now I can imagine that sounds rather maudlin but I don’t mean it to, it’s just the idea of being completely happy seems to far from me.

The dictionary definition of happy is ;

hap·py

adj. hap·pi·er, hap·pi·est

1. Characterized by good luck; fortunate.

2. Enjoying, showing, or marked by pleasure, satisfaction, or joy.

3. Being especially well-adapted; felicitous: a happy turn of phrase.

4. Cheerful; willing: happy to help.

5.

a. Characterized by a spontaneous or obsessive inclination to use something. Often used in combination: trigger-happy.

b. Enthusiastic about or involved with to a disproportionate degree. Often used in combination: money-happy; clothes-happy.

And to be honest this doesn’t help, these seem to be feelings we experience at times but can we say we are generally just happy.

So is happiness a something that is a fleeting emotion something you feel just for that moment?

Hopefully by photos will explain my thoughts a little better.

In this photo I have my arms around my beautiful daughters and I’m so happy.

Then I think back to when this photo was taken and my happiness slips away, yet doesn’t take away from the happiness I felt moments before.

Yet the strangest thing is when this photo was actually taken I was so happy.

See no wonder I’m confused and yes my mind is a scary place to be.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
Albert Camus

I guess what I’m realising is that happiness does exist but it isn’t measured by time but by the moments that make our heart soar. Time and happiness are separate things, time is a unit that’s recorded and happiness is experiences that are lived.

Life isn’t measured by how many breaths we take, but by the moments that takes our breath away – Unknown

Time Out

I’ve been struggling this week for a variety of reasons, my grief being a main one another being sick with a vile head cold. This is the reason this blog as been so quiet, it’s hard to write when your head is banging and your heart is hurting. Yet having to take some time out isn’t always a bad thing it does give you time to look at the bigger picture and see some things you have been missing or the things, people you have in your life.

 

It has been in this time I have been reminded of Gratitude

Hopefully my words below will explain.

 

 

Have you ever sat at a football match next to a friend, felt each other’s pain at conceded goals or lousy free kicks, shared the joy of a victory, a place on the top of the league table. The connection you feel from the love of the sport emphasises the feelings you share.

This is how I feel about my friendships made in faith. Knowing the person I sit chatting with has the same love for God, radiates my soul. The giving of prayers, the understanding of the truth!

For a long time in my life I have felt so alone. The people I trust I could list on one hand, yet slowly my heart is opening up and allowing others inside.

I am so grateful that I am in a country where I have the freedom to practise my faith.

I give thanks to my church for being a place where I can wrap myself up in wonderful worship, fellowship and prayer.

I am so grateful for the family and friends who walk with me on my journey.

Yet I’m on my knees in gratitude to God for never letting me go for loving this lost sheep and for returning her safely to his flock.