Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Happy

I went to a baby shower several weeks ago (I know—gag! Yay me for being a good friend, right?). The interesting thing about this baby shower was that the theme, as listed on the invitation, was "Happy is what happens when all your dreams come true."

How sweet to say something like that in relation to bringing a baby into the world. But not. This is a quote from Wicked—and I'm pretty sure it was meant to be ironic.

Or am I completely off base?

Because I don't believe that statement at all. I think happy is not what happens when all your dreams come true. I think happy is a lot deeper and more meaningful than that.

It is deeply hurtful to tell someone who is not happy that it's as simple as just waiting for your dreams to come true, or the opposite of that—just choosing to be happy. As if making the choice to be happy is like making the choice to put croutons on your salad.

Happy comes from suffering deeply.

Happy comes when you understand what it is to be not happy—so not happy that you might even want to scream and cry and throw yourself off a bridge.

Happy doesn't just happen, and it doesn't have anything to do with dreams.

I think the truest definition of happy is what happens when you can completely forget that happy is something you want for yourself.