Saying ‘feel good’ words to people who don’t feel good offers no solution to problems we don’t understand.
Conversely, our own problems don’t find solutions by hearing feel good words said to us either.
I feel good.
Because I’ve done good.
Like flies on some wall, we watch ourselves being ourselves. Sometimes, spectacular to watch. Doing right things, good things, successful things – solution to happiness or just sweat-fill days when exhausted bodies collapse, only to do it all again every day?
I would feel just as good if I’d not succeeded at some recent things. Value, it seems to me, comes more from satisfaction gained putting each trouble, problem and inconvenience behind. Like purging, re-organizing and moving – each item done, each item discarded, each trash bag tossed, yesterday’s difficulty become today’s euphoric anecdote.
Not from huge complexity, but from many tiny actions.
My life is less pressured, less chaotic, less complicated than in a very long time; I could credit many usual things (healthy business climate, financial stability, happy customers, friends, family, good health and a happy dog), unusual things (creative projects, new opportunities) or too often taken for granted things (safe country, stable weather, clean air, clean water and absence of saber-toothed tigers).
But what is it, outside those things, that contribute to feeling this good?
Yesterday’s sunshine, yesterday’s heat, yesterday’s work and play, yesterday’s observations of a world gone slightly mad, slightly sane, all at the same time. All this feels so very good.
But that one is done.
It ended at midnight.
Wondering, how can I make today as good, or better than yesterday?
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 15C / 58F, light overcast, muggy, steady breeze – a perfect day for all those who line the parade route (Calgary Stampede starts today), Gusta wasn’t averse to trying a new route to avoid mosquitoes, but it seemed the route didn’t have much to do with it, so we jogged a bit to avoid the hoards …
So, did your guys trade slaves but then change their minds? Did they rape and pillage the original inhabitants of your great land? I love the this great land of ours but not so enthralled with the way we got it. There is still a smoldering rebel, remainder of my collegiate protest years, that is trying to understand why any one people would believe they had the right to eliminate some one who was there first. Watched the "300; Rise of an Empire" yesterday and I realize that this divide and conquer mentality has been around for years but I am still amazed at the great lengths people will go to to get what they want...Humans, can't kill em and it sure is hard to love some of them, GW, Bon Wier, Tx.
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