Saturday, March 28, 2015

3. Look around; happiness is trying to catch you

Interesting timing. I read this fortune while cutting egg foo yung with the flimsiest plastic knife and fork I've ever held immediately after touching off a text-fight rooted in jealousy and wet-blanketing what was otherwise a beautiful day. I'm pretty damn fleet-footed, Happiness, and though you wouldn't know it to look at me, I can juke.

The H word has always been a touchy subject, something I'm kind of agnostic about. Happiness, you've taught yourself, is the detonator at one end of an indeterminate length of time fuse. Crimped to the other end is loss. Maybe now, certainly later, it's going to explode your life. Don't trust it.

But you long for it despite what you think you know. You search. You risk.

Then once in a great while, there it is. A new sun. An unstartled deer standing in a clearing looking steadily back at you. You try not to clutch it, not to question it, not to look at it directly, knowing these actions destroy. Keep your hands open, let it come and go - a flitting butterfly, allow it to unfold, don't get in the way, surrender...

Relax the lifeguard says, and the tense kid trying to float on his back starts to sink.

A Tree. A Rock. A Cloud. - Carson McCullers said to start with small loves because a big love can break a boy. Can break a man.

Thich Nhat Hanh, a monk of the Buddah (who recognized that all life is suffering), said, when you say I love you it means I can offer you true peace and happiness. In order to be able to offer them to another, he also said, you must already be able to offer them to yourself.

Relax the lifeguard says, and the tense kid trying to float on his back starts to sink.

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