BEFORE THERE WAS BILLY COLLINS & TED KOOSER, THERE WAS EDGAR GUEST
I use the term happiness to refer to the experience of joy, contentment, or positive well-being, combined with a sense that one's life is good, meaningful, and worthwhile.
It turns out that the process of working toward a goal, participating in a valued and challenging activity, is as important to well-being as its attainment.
If you're not happy today, then you won't be happy tomorrow unless you take things into your own hands and take action.
If we observe genuinely happy people, we shall find that they do not just sit around being contented. They make things happen. They pursue new understandings, seek new achievements, and control their thoughts and feelings. In sum, our intentional, effortful activities have a powerful effect on how happy we are, over and above the effects of our set points and the circumstances in which we find themselves. If an unhappy person wants to experience interest, enthusiasm, contentment, peace, and joy, he or she can make it happen by learning the habits of a happy person.
Thus the key to happiness lies not in changing our genetic makeup (which is impossible) and not in changing our circumstances (i. e. , seeking wealth or attractiveness or better colleagues, which is usually impractical), but in our daily intentional activities.
Happiness is not out there for us to find. The reason that it's not out there is that it's inside us.
I turn over a new leaf every day. But the blots show through.
It wasn’t like in the storybooks. No witches lurked at crossroads disguised as crones, waiting to reward travelers who shared their bread. Genies didn’t burst from lamps, and talking fish didn’t bargain for their lives. In all the world, there was only one place humans could get wishes: Brimstone’s shop. And there was only one currency he accepted. It wasn’t gold, or riddles, or kindness, or any other fairy-tale nonsense, and no, it wasn’t souls, either. It was weirder than any of that. It was teeth.
When I was growing up skateboarding, a bunch of friends and I went to this thrift store and as we were leaving I jumped up and passed gas in my friend's face. I turned around and it wasn't my friend, it was this nice old lady who was just walking out of the store. That was probably one of the more awkward apologies I've had to make in my life.
We do not want, as the newspapers say, a church that will move with the world. We want a church that will move the world.