Do you remember being told that if you’d been good all year, Santa Claus would bring you presents? Or that if you were good you’d get a reward, perhaps a lolly, an ice cream, get to play with your friends or go to the movies. The underlying message was that good behaviour attracts rewards – and rewards equate to happiness.
Happiness, what’s that all about? Sh*t happens – to all of us. Being good doesn’t make us immune to misfortune and suffering. Nothing does!
So why do we think that if we work hard, do the right thing and be kind to other people we are entitled to happiness? I am sure these values makes the world a better place and maybe that’s a good enough reason to live by them.
However being a good person, working hard and doing my best for others DOES NOT entitle me to happiness.
So I’m thinking, why has it taken me this long to work this out? (I’m 55 year’s old.) And I am even not sure what this all means. That’s okay though, it’s just another piece of the puzzle that makes up my current journey.