Perfect Happiness

I don’t think perfect happiness exist. Or maybe it does… temporarily. Do you?

What is perfect happiness anyway? Not having problems? Being normal, average, healthy? Having a perfect family? A healthy one? A dream job? A perfect partner/lover? A beautiful, modern, blah blah blah home? All of these? None of these, so you don’t worry you might lose them?

I stopped believing I have problems a long time ago. For me, that is giving the ebbs and flows of life too strong a feeling. For me, it’s a word that connotates suffering requirements and not easy way out. So, usually, when you have a problem, you concentrate so much in finding a solution, you cannot. It can fall in front of you and slap you in the face and you still wouldn’t see it. So, now I have challenges, issues, tests, trials… you name it. As I see it, I don’t have to look for shelter or food to survive; I don’t have any illnesses or diseases; my body is average and “normal”, so most tasks are easy for me, the list goes on. I have many more thing to be grateful for and I’m choosing to see them first.

My family is healthy and average. We are not perfect, and we are learning to not even pretend or aspire to be. What’s the point? It would be too constricting and false. Freedom is the best choice. Just be who you are, and your tribe will gravitate toward you. Even divorce is not as big an issue as it could be as we realized it’s better to be separated and happy than together and miserable. Our healing is at different levels, but we love each other and accept each other flaws as best we can.

I have a regular support system. A network of friends and family who are there for me as much as they can. Even if they don’t understand what my crazy head is going through. I know they love me as much as I love them. I have a job that, even though is not the most fulfilling for me right now, brings in decent income with potential to bring in more and more. I work with people of all backgrounds, faiths and ethnicities, which has contributed to my growth as well. I’m working to get into my dream job, but even then, perfect happiness may not be achievable.

As I said, this family is going through a breakup, but we still believe in the power of love. Its power to heal, elevate, help you grow and reach your potential. Maybe even surpass it. Love is the most potent energy there is. Love is us and we are love. Super corny, I know, but don’t care. It’s still true. I’m learning and relearning that every day.

We live in an average, suburban town. Our house is not modern by any standards, but is comfortable, pretty and a haven sto go back every night. It surrounds us with peace and enough quiet. Our neighbors are more than decent, we have forged many wonderful friendships over the years. It’s safe enough for me when I felt like walking my dogs any time of day, even midnight. The trees and bamboos in our yard invite all kinds of creatures to share the space: birds, chipmunks, cats… This yard even gave us two angels that share their life with us. Our two beautiful, screwball of a cat. And we’re looking forward to adopting as many visitors as possible.

We have all these and many more nice little things that can contribute to happiness. I do believe happiness is an inside job though. Nothing and nobody can do it for you. So since I’m not perfect, I believe perfect happiness is not achievable. Not that I would want it anyway. The contrast in my life makes me appreciate the good moments even more and step out of the bad ones quicker.

I’m sure some people will disagree with me, and that’s okay. This is but my so not humble opinion. Thank you.