I used to be truly unhappy with parts of my life. I always wanted more. But the more always brought me more unhappiness. I didn't want more stuff, so that strangers and casual acquaintances could admire the life I had. The more I wanted was to be more. More important in the lives of my family and friends, and doing more for others. My heart was always in the right place, now I just need my body to follow.
In my life journey, I struggle with learning to be happy with what I have. I am certainly happy with my immediate family. I have a loving, caring spouse, who shows me his love for me in all the things that he does. I have three beautiful, healthy, smart children who make me laugh and smile and happy to be in the world. I have a roof over my head, healthy food to eat, as well as clean water to drink. I have my health, and the ability to work to earn my income.
The things that make me unhappy are stress. Worrying about our income, and how to accomplish our goals with an income that is often sporadic. I worry, that our son, who has a rare metabolic condition, may not outlive me. I worry that my middle child, a wonderful daughter, doesn't develop good relationships with her peers, and that she will feel like an outcast during her teenage years, which could lead to so many problems. I worry about my firstborn, who is struggling emotionally and financially to have a good life. I worry for my unborn grandson, who will soon be born into a world that is mostly good, but has parents who will struggle to provide a good life for him.
I try not to think about the material things in my life anymore. They are not the tools that will provide me with happiness. Some do make my life somewhat easier. My happiness can only be gained through providing for my family, and doing good deeds. This has now become my focus. After all, isn't it all about the journey, and not the destination?