If you are reading this and have little time, the shortcut to the point of this essay is this, find your pulse, close your eyes, take a breath, and smile.
There, my friend, you might just find grateful pleasure in knowing happiness because you are alive.
Trust me, it is that simple if you just stop, think about it, and feel.
I think, therefore, I am, equals Happy.
“I think, therefore, I am”. When did this come about? Who said it? Where were they, he, she or collectively one when it was penned? Simply a thought without any one author, perhaps the credit then lies with the use of it for all.
Surely, it seems to me that it’s far from a brand new idea to humans or even all thinking things made of energy.
The answer or answers to the question are as unique as DNA, and they are a common thread that weaves all life together.
So for me, “I think therefore I am” leads me to me. My personal interpretations, my perceptions, my choices Me, Me, Me.
What is it that makes me tick beside my ticker?
My Happy. My joy and appreciation for life are based on my own mortality. While I’m lucky enough to breathe and think, I’m going to take happy over unhappy. My Choice. My DNA. It is as natural to guide my thoughts to places that make me happy as it is to breathe. I have found just as we need food and sleep, so do I crave a smile, a laugh or a chuckle. An “Ahh, Yess” and a breath followed by a heartfelt “thank you” does my body good. Happy is my state of being.
Does everyone know this? Do you know what makes you happy?
I never really gave it much thought, and likely took for granted my happiness, like lots of things I have taken for granted at one time or another in my life.
It wasn’t until I had enough non-happy feelings override and almost blackout joy that I realized my attention to the very thing that was and is me went missing. I became uneasy. I was frustrated and most likely difficult to be around so I began the hunt.
The search took decades. It was in these dark times that I found what I was looking for, through my own pulse. In finding it at an arterial point in my neck beneath my chin, I felt a beat. My rhythm, my life… and because I was still alive, it occurred to me that my happy never left. Oh, the time I misused on feeling lost and sorry for myself when happiness was in my blood.
I, I, Me, Me, failed to realize that my thinking was the driving force. I was the sole proprietor of my mind and body and I was in control of my own happiness.
Today, and whatever time I have to come is best spent in full use of my happiness. I love everything about my own Happy. No contest!
The days of struggle are over for me. There are no more rabbit holes because I know just as I have my own DNA, I have my own happiness and finding it, enjoying it and feeling the gratitude of this personal pleasure I know is my choice no matter the time or place.
So after considering thoughts about all the things I have passions for, the truest, the direct shot is that which leads me to my natural state of being. Happy to know my happiness really does lie within because I think therefore I am.