I was nurturing loving friendships and savoring my own creative juices. Though I still hoped certain things would evolve in certain directions, nothing I had any control over would I have changed. I was walking the path I wanted to be on.
But life changes, things happen and, well, I don’t know if I can say that anymore. But really, how many people can? No matter how educated we are, how financially stable we try to be, no matter how many ladies are in our government, why is it so hard to stay on the path?
Rather than wondering if we’re happy, I wonder if we might want to ask whether the lives we’ve created for ourselves are even conducive to happiness. How is it possible to feel connected or cared about by a culture that’s often so heartless? How can we experience love when it’s considered something to pin down rather than work at? Where do we find the time to get to know who we really are? And how are we supposed to even afford life nowadays, let alone enjoy it? These are the questions I want Harvard researchers to answer.
Man, we haven’t made things easy. Mere survival is expensive enough. But happiness? Truly priceless.
**Reprinted from Laura K. Warrell's blog, Tart and Soul at www.TartandSoul.com.