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Be Inspired!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.
Rejection. Even the word itself can send a shiver down your spine. It has probably happened to us all at some point in our life in some shape or form. It may be that you have offered the hand of friendship and it was pushed away, which is even more painful if it has been initially accepted. Perhaps a relationship breaks down and you find yourself alone when you did not want to be and maybe not for the first time. Or the relationship never even gets off the ground when you had high hopes that it might and misread the signals.
When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us. ~ Alexander Graham Bell
You know someone who does this, admit it. We all have friends or family that fit the bill here. They bemoan their misfortune at every opportunity.
As parents we do what we think best for our kids given the resources we have at hand. Whether you’re rich or poor doesn’t matter a bit though when it comes to what they need most. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be able to parcel up things like happiness, love and joy and simply hand it to them? Perhaps. But then they wouldn’t learn much of life for themselves that way either. It would be like looking at someone’s vacation photos instead of being there experiencing it and saying it’s the same thing.
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’.
Acceptance means different things to different people. Acceptance, to me, is when you make the conscious decision to be at peace about an event or person that perhaps previously you would have been judgmental about. No longer do you have the desire to be and instead decide to respect their freedom of choice.
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