Many things bring about a sense of well-being.
One of them is a walk on the beach.
To be near the sea, from where we all once came.
Happiness is …
I don’t think happiness is … some thing or other.
Or if, then a composite thing, having come, being brought together.
Sometimes we view a thing and it makes us happy what we see.
Happiness is a momentary thing. It does not last. And fade it must.
It sinks into memory and there it feeds the fabric of our soul.
Sometimes we call it beauty, what we see.
The experience of beauty, of happiness, of being in good spirits, the experience of “eudaimonia” as the ancient Greeks called it, transcends your being in this moment into an extended realm of your self, the joyful otherness of things.
And the experience drifts into your memory, adding colour to your soul and arouses in you the thirst for more.
In the end you cannot distinguish anymore between happiness and sadness, they flow into each other, being happy and sad at the same time. The horizon of your self widens to contain within it sea, mountains, shore, the cityscape and sky beyond.
Happiness is seeing the artist at work.
With love from
Colleen & Walter
Betty’s Bay, Monday, 29 April 2013