It’s 8.30 in the morning and my brown tiger is calling though his usual stirring time is more like 11.00. He hasn’t been able to sleep, he’s not sure what to do with his life and most importantly the mere thought of me with someone else fuels some deep jealousy in him. In fact, he’s already mad at me for ‘whoring about’ (how and with whom I have no idea).
He’s got some deciding to do and he’s generally indecisive. He’s one of those people who likes for you to decide and then bitch about it later. Easier to be a critic. Any decision to do one thing, is in fact a decision NOT to do the other and that means some sort of limitation and we all hate limitations.
The quintessential question though is what is going to make you the happiest? And are we talking happy for 2 months, 2 years or 2 decades and when exactly will this ‘happiness’ kick it and how much misery must I endure to get there. Are you willing to trade off being happy today for misery tomorrow or vice versa. Sadly, the constant happy, is probably elusive unless you are using prescription medication.
It’s easy for us to make a long detailed list of the things we want in life, it becomes a lot harder if that fill-in box only allows you a short paragraph. I’m afraid we’re constantly surrounded by the noise of our daily thoughts which mask the simple delicate notes of what in fact what we’re striving to attain.
I struggle for a handy answer here for either you or I, but am comforted that I at least now understand what the question is.