Freedom of choice is such a beautiful thing, but in all reality, how much freedom are we given? Where is the line drawn between freedom and predestined fate?
I like this.
Often we think of happiness as something that’s out there to be got. Something elusive and evasive. Something others have and we deserve.
Nobody has a right to happiness.
What we should have, though, is the freedom to make our own choices. And it’s choices that bring happiness.
We learn what works. What brings us together. What feeds our soul. What makes us smile.
We are all responsible for our own happiness. No-one can do it for us. Others can show the way, sharing opportunities, actions and fortunes, but ultimately our happiness is self made.
The Dalai Lama attributes gratitude and altruism as primary source of happiness. No-one else can feel grateful or give on your behalf, or mine.
I guess he’s looking straight at me. Another pointer on the road. Hmmm.