In this era of "me", I have heard many speak about "being happy". As though this can be attained through gestures or trinkets outside themselves. They speak in terms of possession or circumstance. If only "I had this". If only "I were". If only "I had someone that"...you fill in the blanks. We hear these things will be the pay-off to a long, hard fought, exhausting road. Yet when you see the men and women that actually have what is supposedly required for happiness, it's still...never enough.
So I look back to imagine what I'd want to lay ahead of me and try to remember times when I was the closest to what some would consider happy. My memories serve me up to the present day not to want creature comforts that will dull my mind or to desire sycophantic praise but that I should choose life, love and living the best way I know how and in other ways I've yet to discover. I have always said that culminations may be sweet but the journey towards them are so much sweeter. To be able to see yourself inching closer to your heart's desire provides a journey's worth of "happy". Which is why after every goal met...I set a new one just ahead.
My "happy" is too simple for most. To impossibly see the ones I love prosper in all things...especially in spirit. To be impossibly known as I know myself. To impossibly know love as I know to love. To impossibly succeed in becoming the man of honor I want to be and to impossibly leave my mark in the hearts of those I have come across. That I should know eternity on earth as well as in heaven. The beauty of my happy is that I will never see these things to completion as they require a lifelong journey. That's the only thing that makes them impossible. I will attain nothing but glimpses and it's those tiny glimpses...that make me happy. In this world of chaos and turmoil, think on this my loves...much love my people...
~Moses Apollo
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