I plan on spreading lots of joy.
When I was in elementary school my parents told me it didn’t matter what I did when I grew up, so long as it made me happy. “Happiness is the whole point of life”, my father said. “l loves to built, so I became a engineer. Your mother love reading and writing, so she became an teacher. We both find happiness in the work we do each day.”
A few years later when I was in junior school, my 6th grade teacher put me in detention for “being difficult”. She went around the classroom and asked each student what they wanted to be when they grew up. Answers pop’s up like doctor teacher astronaut etc. When she got to me, I told her I wanted to be happy. She told me I was missing the whole point of the question. I told her she was missing…
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Being happy is an attitude. The people that are the happiest are happy under every circumstance, regardless of their social status, their age, religion or race. They are the bright light when they enter a room.
Have you ever been so happy that you lose track of time? You are so engaged in what you are doing, two hours seems like only five minutes has gone by. This is bliss. You are in the happiness zone.
I remember as a child, my brother Mel and myself asked our parents if we could go play. We couldn’t have been older than nine or ten at the time. We went to Steve’s house for a while. Then we decided to all go over to our house. On the way over to our house, we cut through a field where we noticed an old barn door was open.
So we went inside. We found a barn full of wheat. This was a barn that used to have many animals, but now it was just used for storage. We started jumping in the wheat. It must have been 6-8 feet deep.
We started diving and swimming in the stuff. We even buried ourselves. We found a way to climb into the rafters of this old barn, and jump into the wheat. Before we knew it, we were pulling wheat out of our shoes, hair, our pants pockets, and our underwear.
We decided to take off all of our clothes, and jump in the wheat nude. It made it easier to shake the wheat from our clothes.
We were gone for hours. By the time we got home, we knew we were in trouble. It was way past dinner. It had been so much fun that even going to bed without dinner didn’t matter.
I still remember thinking it was not possible that we had been gone for hours. Those hours seemed like minutes, I was truly happy.