By Joyce Alexander, RNP (retired)
We frequently talk on Lovefraud about finding healing and being “happy” again. We discuss the words “forgiveness” and other emotionally charged words that have individual meanings and try to come to some conclusion that we have a definition of these words for ourselves.
I got to thinking about the meaning of “happiness,” and how I will know when I have reached it. What is happiness to me? For me?
After my husband died, there was a period of time when in my profound sadness and grief, that I thought “happiness” could be found in finding another mate and husband. I went seeking that “happiness,” and instead of a life mate and loving relationship with a new man, I found a psychopath who was seeking a new “respectable wife” to cheat on. My feeling of “happiness” was very short lived when I realized he was still “carrying on” with his former mistresses, which essentially amounted to a harem of needy women hoping he would “choose me.”
I elected to get out of that relationship. I found a great deal of sadness in my life at that time, but the “happiness” I had sought was not in view. I later realized that it could not be provided to me by someone else, but was something I had to provide for myself.
Wanting to be happier
Recently I read a great article entitled, The dark side of happiness, by Gareth Cook. A couple of short paragraphs in particular of this long article stuck out:
It is not so unreasonable to want to be happier. Are we really just supposed to stand by and let life have its way with us?
Well, yes and no. One of the most powerful ways to boost happiness ironically is to learn acceptance. Instead of viewing negative emotions as a failure, learn to see them as a healthy, natural part of the human drama. Negative feelings are often there to tell us something, an invitation to reflect, to make a new plan, or examine an issue more slowly and carefully. This basic notion can play an important role not just in therapy, but also in a balanced and meaningful life.
Who among us doesn’t want to be “happier?” But what is going to “make me happy?” That is the big question.
I hear people say, “I will be so happy when I get out of college and can get a real job.” I’ve said such things myself. When I do, I remember my grandmother telling me, “Don’t wish you life away, child,” to remind me to savor the todays of my life, not live in the future when thus and such may happen to “make me happy.” I’ve found that when things happening are the things that “make me happy,” the feeling of “happiness” it engenders doesn’t last long, but is a fleeting joy.
Today I dropped a heavy glass lid out of the top of my cabinet when I was trying to rearrange it and broke a glass canister that sits on the counter and held my oatmeal as well as a glass of water I had sitting there ready to drink. It made quite a sound as it broke. My son helped me clean up the mess and he said, “Well at least it wasn’t your grandmother’s serving dish.” I laughed and said, “Honey, I broke those a long time ago, but it wouldn’t matter if it was my grandma’s serving dish, because things are not that important to me any more. I’m not going to be unhappy because something is lost or broken.” (Though I admit I recently got angry when I realized that a former friend had also stolen an emergency stove I had stored in my barn!)
Joy and happiness
I also look at the difference between Joy and Happiness. Joy to me is getting a new puppy or a new car, or making a great dish for my friends and me to enjoy. Joy seeing the pleasure in someone when I give him or her a gift. It isn’t “happiness,” but the accumulation of joy builds to create happiness.
What is the difference though in “happiness” and in “joy?” The definitions below may give us some guidance.
From the Free Dictionary
joy (joi) n.
1. a. Intense and especially ecstatic or exultant happiness.
b. The expression or manifestation of such feeling.
2. A source or an object of pleasure or satisfaction: their only child, their pride and joy.
v.joyed, joy·ing, joys
v.intr.
To take great pleasure; rejoice.
v.tr.Archaic
1. To fill with ecstatic happiness, pleasure, or satisfaction.
2. To enjoy.
According to Dictionary.com the definition of happiness is:
1. the quality or state of being happy.
2. good fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy.
Don’t know about you, but I can’t say I totally agree with these definitions! Let’s see what others think. A definition of happiness, actually several definitions, are listed on the web site Happy Life.
What the sages say
“Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.” Mahatma Gandhi
“Happiness is not a goal; it is a by-product.” Eleanor Roosevelt
“Getting what you go after is success; but liking it while you are getting it is happiness.” Bertha Damon
“Happiness does not depend on outward things, but on the way we see them.” Leo Tolstoy
The “definition” of happiness in the dictionary is sort of a self-defining word, “happiness is being happy” and still leaves us wondering what it means. The above website’s quotes from several sages seem more to define what “happiness” is, though I think each of us can and should define what “happiness” is to us as individuals, how we can build that happiness with the smaller joys of life, while realizing that our feelings of sadness at times, or remorse, guilt, or even shame, are signs that we might need to reflect inwardly for guidance in our lives.
I personally agree with Eleanor Roosevelt’s definition: “Happiness is not a goal; it is a by-product.” To me, happiness is the culmination of the smaller joys of life, from the enjoyment of a well cooked meal, to sharing a laugh with a friend. The personal satisfaction I experience at the end of a day when I have done my best and lay my head down on my pillow in peace.
Milo send me some maple syrup please. Ooh it sounds yummy!
I love horses too. My daughter also is crazy for them. They’re such lovely, noble creatures. She’s got a great deal. Gets to ride a friends horse for nothing! The owner simply wants to make the horse happy and my daughter benefits in addition.
Ps horses name=Chance
Milo, you are right she is a “sour horse” not a wild one, a wild one is IGNORANT AND AFRAID, a sour horse has a bad attitude. I had one once….turned out to be very dangerous as she was not afraid and she knew she could force her way into just about anything. My grandfather taught her to tie with a trick he had…she had found that she could just about break any rope if she kept on.
He tied her to a tree with a chain around her neck, then clipped it to the halter at the bottom so she could not get it over her head…and no matter how hard she pulled it never gave even a fraction of an inch like a rope would so she got NO positive feed back to encourage her, and she was not in any danger of hurting herself either. He was some what of a “horse whisperer” and worked with bad attitude horses because they were cheap to buy and he knew how to “fix” them….This was one of the few horses I would say was a psychopath—Evil tempered. Seemed to enjoy forcing herself on other horses or people…biting.
Some you can fix and some you can’t. Just like people. That’s why they breed the Spanish fighting bulls by picking the most aggressive cows and bulls and keep on breeding them together.
There is always a mixture of genetics and environment and learning. I hope that this filly is just “sour” and not too set in her ways.
I have always loved the thoughts of maple syrup, and I turned the mill once for some cane syrup with the steers, pressing the canes…walking in endless circles, then boiling it off in a big flat pan and keeping on stirring it.
How much syrup will you get out of 2,000 gallons? How many gallons off each tree? Sounds like a lot of work too! Is it just you and your husband or do you have help too?
I just read this message on facebook about an experiment the Washington Post did in 2007 and searched for the article itself. It kinda brings tears to my eyes, because I feel it’s such a significant sign and part of being happy: noticing beauty around you.
http://urbanlegends.about.com/gi/o.htm?zi=1/XJ&zTi=1&sdn=urbanlegends&cdn=newsissues&tm=81&f=20&su=p284.13.342.ip_p504.6.342.ip_&tt=2&bt=1&bts=1&zu=http%3A//www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html
In 2007 Washington Post did an experiment where violin virtuoso Joshua Bell played incognito for 45 mins on his +3 million $ stradivarius at a Washington DC subway entrance at rush hour. Only a very few people actually stopped and enjoyed his performance for a few minutes. Only person actually recognized him, at the near end. But most of the 1000 people rushing by ignored him completely, while the previous night in Boston people paid 100$ for a seat to hear his concert.
Spaths suck the life right out of you… you get quagmired in the worry of finances, times of plans not being kept, the fights, the on-off switch in moods and behaviour, whether it’s really your fault or should you leave him or her… and it becomes very hard to notice beauty around you with your head filled full of the negativity they bring into your life.
I noticed the past month when I teach that I’m so much more relaxed… I smile and converse with the pupils, the principal, colleagues, and when there’s a beautiful sunrise at this time of year (it’s often sunrise right around the first class hour around this time), I stop the lesson, and not just notice it myself, but point it out to the pupils. That is how I know I’m happy: I notice beauty around me, outside the window or on the street of whatever I’m doing. I notice people on the street. I smile at them. I notice little interactions between people that remain in my mind as a memory of everyday beauty, that you would miss in a glance if you’re quagmired and unable to just look at the world and watch.
Guess who systematically never ignored Bell playing his violin, were craning their necks to look behind them as they were forced to walk on? Children.
And the answer to me for all that is “wonder”… you can see beauty and enjoy it when your mind is open to “wonder” at the world. And you cannot have that type of wonder without being happy.
Darwinsmom,
yes we are more aware now, aren’t we? I was just thinking that today. Everything is more meaningful than it has ever been. I’m “awake” for the first time. This is significant for me because I was raised in a family of spaths so it was imperative for them that I stay in state of “unawareness”.
It wasn’t just the spath doing that to me, it was my parents too.
I like being awake much, much better. There’s so much to see!
Darwinsmom ~ “trying to anticipate the behavior and try to keep it from happening” Yes, that is the point I was attempting to make, that is exactly what you do when you have a horse or a child that has already learned that a bad behavior has paid off for them. First, anticipate BEFORE it happens, then work to correct it. Sounds like you learned a lot from your experiences with the challenging ones, that is probably what makes you a good teacher. LOL Grand rode a fjord pony in his therapy riding classes, it was like a little tank (perfect match-up for Grand). Wish you could have kept up with the riding.
Strongawoman ~ I would love to send some maple syrup your way, sure beats Mrs. Butterworth. Glad your daughter has found a horse to ride. Over the years, I had several young girls ride my horses. It is much better to have them exercised. Benefits everyone.
Oxy ~ When the kids were all gone, before Grand was born, I decided to buy myself one last “good”, show quality quarter horse. I made a rookie mistake, I fell in love with the most beautiful looking horse I had ever seen. His bloodline was to die for, which should mean great potential. He was green broke. He was fine to work with on the ground and I showed him halter and won. Everytime I got on him, I had one of those gut feelings we always talk about, saying GET OFF. It was something about the way his muscles tightened and his nostrils flared. One day this old Amish man they called “the vet” came by the barn to check on one of my other horses. He took one look at my new horse and asked if I planned on riding him. I said, yes, I’m trying. He said, don’t, he’ll kill you. He called me over and said look at his eyes, that is pure evil. Sound familiar with what we talk about on here, the psychopathic stare or look in their eyes. I’m sure I had a spath horse. I sold him as a “problem horse”. Now I am just satisfied with the back yard nags. LOL
We got about 18 gallons out of the 2,000 gallons of sap. I’m not sure how many gallons off each tree because we have tubing running from the trees into a large collecting tank. I think we are up to about 200 taps. The amount depends completely on weather conditions. This is really early to tap, so we hope the weather keeps cooperating and we have a good year. It is a lot of work, once you start boiling, you may be back at the sugar house all night because there is no stopping. We have a young Amish man run the operations on our farm. He does most of the work, but it is almost a community project. Everyone loves sugaring. It is really “old timey”, with everyone gathering around. It is something I grew up with and am so glad we can continue it for Grand.
Hope I haven’t bored you all to death.
There is, Sky!
Yesterday I was on the phone with my mom for a couple of minutes, laid it down and noticed it had started to snow. And there I stood, watching it for several minutes, and sometimes looking out again to re-enjoy the scenery.
Today I had to help out with the info moment for our school. Cold as hell outside, luckily I was to help at the bar. And I enjoyed it. Instead of seeing it as having to spend my free time, and not sleeping out in the weekend, I enjoyed those moments of exchange with my colleagues (we talked about Utopia, Thomas Morus, Erasmus, Billie Holiday’s Strange Fruit and in that way ended up giving a tip for an Engish Teacher… he was gonna look up that song), and one of the parents of a boy who came to the HS to inform themselves and opt to see whether he’d want his kid to go to the HS I ended up recognizing as someone who studied Industrial Design 2 years ahead of me… actually he had recognized me too, just didn’t know where. Then there was also a woman who used to be one year ahead of me in HS (and I teach at the HS where we both went). She wasn’t all that much of a friend of mine, more of an acquaintance because she was classmate and friends to my friends (including my still best female friend). But she insribed her eldest daughter tehre. I drove home feeling a bit weird about studying again, still feeling like 29 in my mind… and now people of my age that I know of when I was even younger get their kids inscribed in HS. I still have to start that chapter, if I ever do… and yet, I also felt… yeah, but what a life you had until now for the most part: you got to see whales, slept on the beach in your hammock, helped baby turtles be born and into the water, watched the sun set and rise in an orange desert, etc, etc… I realized I wouldn’t want to trade those years I had. And if there are no children of my own in my future, then I know I have the wonder ability to make the most out of life in other ways. And maybe it won’t be of much significance to others, but it will all have significance to me… and that’s the main point eventually.
Milo, (speaking through my teeth) … I hate fjords… LOL… Anyhow I don’t understand why people seem to think ponies are proper animals for children to ride on. They’re horses with the mind of a donkey (stubborn) and have more jaw strength than a normal large horse.
darwinsmom ~ I agree, I’ve been bucked off more ponies than anything else. The are indeed stubborn. Grand needs something just as stubborn as he is. He and his pony are a hoot together and she is small enough when he falls, it isn’t that far. LOL
I just like to watch him with her, he isn’t really riding, it is more like playing cowboy. First he has to get his toy rifle, his saddle bags and a canteen up on her. No saddle, just ties things to her mane. He gets all set, tries to get on and she runs off. It is a scream.
LOL, I’m seeing it all before me… Love it!
MiLo, that is a LOT of cooking down from 2,000 gallons to 18!!! Wow, no wonder that stuff is so expensive.
Yea, Ponies can be boogers! I have grown to love the donkeys though and while they are labeled “stubborn” they are really just SELF PROTECTIVE. They will investigate a thing to make sure it is safe for them….you have to work with them, not against. Plus, they won’t hurt you like a horse getting spooked and running away blindly. Nice for an old woman. LOL
Yea, there are horses that are Ps and will not give into being trained…the best cure for them is a lead slug between the eyes.