I own and edit an online magazine for writers, The Cuckleburr Times. It never ceases to amaze me how rarely people say thanks when I inform them they’ve been selected for publication. It’s not that I expect them to turn somersaults or fawn all over me because I don’t. However I was brought up in a household where I constantly heard that “manners cost nothing.” And they don’t!
If you remember back a few months I blogged about happiness being the loneliest of mysteries. In essence, what makes me happy won’t necessarily do the same for you but that’s easy to forget.
Why are we never happy with what we have? It seems each time the goal’s achieved, we’re incapable of saying “ok, that’s enough.” The bar always gets raised higher or the achievement feels empty because we tell ourselves that if we hit it, it must have been too easy.
Lessons in life aren’t always easily learned. Sometimes, it takes a while for us to recognize that there may be a reason that certain situations in life seem to keep repeating themselves, and each time seems worse than the last. Here’s a thought. Is it possible we’re just not getting the lesson we’re supposed to learn from it?
Ask people to sum up what happiness is in a few words and you’ll get a variety of answers plus a few furrowed brows. It’s a subjective topic, with parameters that are only defined within ourselves. That’s why I say happiness is the loneliest of mysteries, as we each have to find the answers alone that are meaningful to us. Let me share with you an example here from my own childhood. Read the rest of this entry
This is from Running from Safety, where Richard Bach is talking to his wife Leslie on the way home in the car from a dance. It was one of those passages that I read and reread at the time because it struck such a chord with me.
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Conversations sometimes bring back memories of the time I spent in my childhood in Durban, South Africa. I lived there for two and a half years until I was twelve. It was the mid 70’s, a time when apartheid was still in place. There was segregation everywhere. Buses, park benches, public toilets, even the beaches had signs saying ‘Whites only’ or ‘ Blacks or Coloreds Only’.


