Feelings are involuntary reactions, so God does not say, “Feel joy.” He says, “Rejoice!” It’s a choice.
So many nights, I stared out at the inky black ocean, believing that if I could only learn how to eat again and keep my hands out of my throat, that would be enough. I prayed hard and desperately to God and the sun and the moon and the ocean and the universe and every shelter dog I’d ever met, as if they were all genies, that I wouldn’t ask for anything more.
But perhaps God isn’t a collection of genies, and perhaps it’s okay to hope for more than relief. To hope big. To hope for Sunny’s limitless capacity to love.
If we observe ourselves truthfully and non-judgmentally, seeing the mechanisms of our personality in action, we can wake up, and our lives can be a miraculous unfolding of beauty and joy.
Happiness is wanting what you have.
The festivity had reached that apogee of joy when you face the happy fate of being crushed to death.
when exactly do the abuses that have been tolerated for so long become intolerable? When does the fear evaporate and the rage generate action that produces joy?
Silly giggles of laughter
I store upon a shelf
I give some to other
I save some for myself
I am rich beyond all measure
Though not with worldly wealth
I store up these treasures
For my heart and soulful health.
Our power of being happy lies a good deal in ourselves, I believe.
Nothing can bring joy in your life except yourself.
The inner being is not only the meditative quality within, the inner silence and emptiness, it is the door to the whole.