The poets say – “and happiness has come after a long wait” … But it is just words of the poets and dreamers. Or the rare exceptions to a set of complicated and unfriendly rules of life.
I see happiness more as a … muscle. Happiness like a muscle requires training. We have to learn to see it every day and then to feel it. Then learn to maintain that toned state of happiness for as long as possible.
Happiness, like love, like life itself, is a work. Not a servitude, but work, effort. Like that proverb says: if you love to ride a sled, so start loving to pull it uphill.
Of course, one can always wait for happiness to come. And what if it forgets the way and will not come, or turns to bad track, or choose your competitors?
© Fortune, 2009
Are you happy with your life?