Fortunate are those who recognize the elements of happiness. These elements are everywhere. If we can only enjoy the elements we are blessed with and hope to achieve the rest. Most of us struggle to have it all. We want it all. Right now.
I always hope and pray for the blessings of having good people in my life. I first must strive to be a blessing for others. I have to make changes in my life. Live for the happiness of others. Be a peace maker. Be an agent of hope. The more I strive to achieve these goals, the sweeter is the victory. People tend to worry too much. Worries are mainly about future events. The mind imagines the worst case possible. Most of what we imagine never happens. We end up wasting our present. Poisoning our minds with fear and anxiety.
One event can destroy our future and bring sadness that can’t be imagined or expressed. It happened to me. It happened to many others who are around me. One single event. The good news is that that event opened a new world. A world that ran parallel to my lost world. Like the old world, this one has people. Friends. Associates. Even enemies. My new world.
I strive to be good to others and remember the feeling when others were good to me. It felt good. I want to share that feeling with others. That too makes me feel good. Am I good to others because it makes me feel good or because it is the right thing to do? I don’t really know and I don’t really care. When I fill my heart with kindness, I find people to be good to me for reasons I may never know. Like that single event that exchanged my world, a single event can help me live in a section of paradise on earth. That door can be opened by one person. Any person. Maybe we met that person and never paid him/her any attention. I must look at each person as the one who may have the key to my door of paradise.
I must speak kindness. Let my speech be a tree that bare sweet fruit and provide shelter from the elements. A favorable word would bring happiness and joy that normally would take years to achieve. Be the source of the golden word.
I must enjoy whatever I lay my eyes on. People I meet are a gift. Those who are good are my teachers and those who are bad are my students. I have to love both. It is hard to do. That is why not many do it. I want to special. I must act special. No, I must be special. However, if I find it hard to love, I must at least be kind. Everything around me is connection to my paradise. The challenges I am faced with are the fare for my journey. At this moment, I may not see how my journey would end but at least I will try to enjoy my ride. I make plans but I am not easily disheartened when met with less than desirable outcome. For there is an ultimate planner and controller.
I have to stay on my path. If I continue on this journey, I will find myself at the right place, in the right time, and with the right people. That is my first stage to paradise.
I promised myself not to overlook others. Never know who may have the answer that would bring me close to my paradise. Likewise, I may be the holder of someone else’s key to paradise. I must be a connection of peace and be someone who cares. When I see someone in need, I must help them fulfill it. I may be the holder of my own key and to open that gate I may have to help others find theirs or I may be able to take them all with me through “my” gate. May be there is only one gate. That way we will never be alone or lost again.
