Here in America, the land of opportunity, we work harder than anyone else, strive to change ourselves from the outside in or from the inside out. We are encouraged to improve, to eat better, work better, make things better, BE a better person. Constantly. Everywhere you look.
I have been there.
Today, I thought about being happy enough. We have so much when we think about it. I now have time, which is the biggest luxury of all. There have been periods in my life when I had no time at all (stirring the pot) or when I had time but found myself without anything else: no job, no future, living in a strange town (eggs in a basket).
The DNA in my family, especially on my father’s side (my father, myself) is pretty driven. What might have been missing was an ability to relax and to enjoy life for its simple pleasures.
To be rather than to do.
When we have what we need in a basic sense, what do we still have to have before we are happy enough?