This post is part of an article on Islam and the Happiness Revolution, the contents page for which is here: http://islamandthehappinessrevolution.blogspot.com/p/contents.html
No, is the answer to the title of this blog. No, I am not deliriously happy. I hope that first sentence doesn't put you off reading my blog!
I constantly risk my happiness for the sake of others, by giving time to others when I'm tired, I suffer because I feel other's pain and generally keep my self very busy, day and night, trying to help people.
I suppose a good way explain how I feel is similar to the response I read from an article about the recent Turkish earthquake. A person who saved a two week year old from the rubble of the earthquake said something like "even if you gave me piles of money you could not make me more happy." I suppose there are two types of happiness: the crazy wild drunken type or the deep and more beautiful type.
I'm not deliriously happy but I am happy. I couldn't live my life any other way. There are times when I am very happy. Those are times when my struggles to achieve something good finally come through. Mostly I have a sense of peace and I have no worries really (although most people in precarious sitution, might well be). Other times, I can be sad. Often due to my spiritual weakness, though these become lessons from which I find greater freedom yet gives me a greater understanding of other people's sadness.
It may seem strange to some people that I write a blog on happiness yet do not say that I am super happy. The simple answer I can give to that is it does not bother me so much that I am not drunk with joy. What matters to me simply is that I can see, very clearly, that the world is in desperate need for the solutions and beauty of Islam, to develop the a connection with God, who's light is a like a glittering star, and I will offer it.
No, is the answer to the title of this blog. No, I am not deliriously happy. I hope that first sentence doesn't put you off reading my blog!
I constantly risk my happiness for the sake of others, by giving time to others when I'm tired, I suffer because I feel other's pain and generally keep my self very busy, day and night, trying to help people.
I suppose a good way explain how I feel is similar to the response I read from an article about the recent Turkish earthquake. A person who saved a two week year old from the rubble of the earthquake said something like "even if you gave me piles of money you could not make me more happy." I suppose there are two types of happiness: the crazy wild drunken type or the deep and more beautiful type.
I'm not deliriously happy but I am happy. I couldn't live my life any other way. There are times when I am very happy. Those are times when my struggles to achieve something good finally come through. Mostly I have a sense of peace and I have no worries really (although most people in precarious sitution, might well be). Other times, I can be sad. Often due to my spiritual weakness, though these become lessons from which I find greater freedom yet gives me a greater understanding of other people's sadness.
It may seem strange to some people that I write a blog on happiness yet do not say that I am super happy. The simple answer I can give to that is it does not bother me so much that I am not drunk with joy. What matters to me simply is that I can see, very clearly, that the world is in desperate need for the solutions and beauty of Islam, to develop the a connection with God, who's light is a like a glittering star, and I will offer it.
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