Musings & Threads. The Misery of Living with a Happy Person.
The Misery of Living with a Happy Person
There she is. Working away on her laptop, totally engrossed in the subject matter of any one of a number of projects she is always involved with. There it is. The faintest hint of a smile on her face, as she intently focuses. What’s wrong with her? How can anyone take such pleasure from just “being in the moment?”
But, it’s true, now as always. Despite family illnesses, economic downturns, balancing work and personal commitments that clamor imbalance, deadlines, disappointments, grief—that sense of joy always returns, and pervades her approach to living. It makes her see the good in everything.
My own approach to life is somewhat different. More like the herky-jerky flight of a crow flying in a heavy wind. Up. Down. Left. Right. Trying desperately not to crash. Everything seems to be a big deal, whereas her approach is steady and confident.
I have learned that there are definitely at least two approaches to living—one that is curiosity driven and another fear of the unknown. So, I hope that I am not too far gone to achieve the “smile”—the joyful aspect of living life.
As I lay awake at night pondering all that can go wrong in the morning, I am aware of the maddeningly peaceful slumber of the person next to me. “Not fair,” I think to myself. I want to wake her up. Instead, I put my hand on her shoulder, and even I know that I am the luckiest person in the world.