“God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame.”
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
What makes man happy? For a moment I pondered and thought of material things. Nope. They are only instruments in making our lives comfortable. But when we have tried each and every thing we wanted, we can conclude in the end that they are not that necessary.
Buying a new thing. Indeed, I would be excited to discover that thing when it comes to my possession. Then come weeks after I acquired that one, I would lose interest in it.
Going places. Sure, travel is really fun. I get to meet people, and see the other corners of this earth. After I have taken a peek at these places, I want to go home.
Acquiring knowledge. Getting new information and learning technology is great. I cannot be more adept when my knowledge of something is wanting. I have to equip myself with enough knowledge to be competitive. But it does not make me happy at all. It fails to give satisfaction because everyday, technology and systems are changing. There is no end to acquiring information.
Money. Ooops, here. I have been earning more than I have thought I could for a person who stays at home. I got a terrific homebased job, great setting, good pay. I got my bucks, but when I look at them, money does not give me happiness. Every now and then, bills come-- I have to pay this, pay that, go to this place, need to give something to someone... I cannot call that a stable way of gaining joy. Money comes flying out of my hand as fast as it came.
I pursue contentedness, and it makes me want to live in simplicity. I am no rich person, but I got more than I wanted. That is enough.
What makes me happy?
A walk in the forest.
Cuddling.
Laughing with Ed.
Time with sisters.
Eating corn.
Play.
Tending my garden.
Writing.
Roses.
Work a little.
I have God. I am incredibly secure in Him that I cannot afford to be discontented.
There is no time to be confused. My life is a journey, not for show-off. I want to appreciate every moment of it, surrounded with the right people. Then, who can want for more?
Buying a new thing. Indeed, I would be excited to discover that thing when it comes to my possession. Then come weeks after I acquired that one, I would lose interest in it.
Going places. Sure, travel is really fun. I get to meet people, and see the other corners of this earth. After I have taken a peek at these places, I want to go home.
Acquiring knowledge. Getting new information and learning technology is great. I cannot be more adept when my knowledge of something is wanting. I have to equip myself with enough knowledge to be competitive. But it does not make me happy at all. It fails to give satisfaction because everyday, technology and systems are changing. There is no end to acquiring information.
Money. Ooops, here. I have been earning more than I have thought I could for a person who stays at home. I got a terrific homebased job, great setting, good pay. I got my bucks, but when I look at them, money does not give me happiness. Every now and then, bills come-- I have to pay this, pay that, go to this place, need to give something to someone... I cannot call that a stable way of gaining joy. Money comes flying out of my hand as fast as it came.
I pursue contentedness, and it makes me want to live in simplicity. I am no rich person, but I got more than I wanted. That is enough.
What makes me happy?
A walk in the forest.
Cuddling.
Laughing with Ed.
Time with sisters.
Eating corn.
Play.
Tending my garden.
Writing.
Roses.
Work a little.
I have God. I am incredibly secure in Him that I cannot afford to be discontented.
There is no time to be confused. My life is a journey, not for show-off. I want to appreciate every moment of it, surrounded with the right people. Then, who can want for more?
