The photo to your right is of some antique keys that I took at a museum while mom and diddy were here visiting. I have this unexplainable love of door knobs and keys. I’d never seen any like these, so they were particularly fascinating to me.
Keys are important in life- they open things. Doors, cabinets, chests and the list goes on. They even have a place in opening hearts, at least that’s how the saying goes.
I had someone ask me the other day- what the key to happiness was. This person isn’t someone I know well, but they have shared a few of their personal struggles with me, and I consider it a gift that they would share personal things with someone who is technically a near-stranger.
It was something I’ve never been asked before, but I did pause to think about it. I am a happy person. My life isn’t roses and sunshine all the time, but my choice is to focus on the good in my life, and that brings me a great deal of happiness.
I believe where so many of us go wrong (myself included in this, once upon a time) is that we think ‘people’ or ‘things’ can bring us happiness, when in reality all that does is guarantee that we are chasing the ever elusive mistress.
Happiness is a do-it-yourself project. No one can want you to be happy enough for it to ‘happen’. No one can do enough for you to bring you happiness. Sure, it may bring you joy and may a sprinkle of happiness to your life, but those are like toppings on a cupcake- the extras. Real happiness comes from loving and accepting yourself. Happiness comes from within.