I got to thinking. What is happiness, what is satisfaction as it applies to out life here on Earth? What does it mean? How do we get it?
God it seems so very impossible sometimes, especially in this day and age of division and subtraction.
And then, I thought some more……and I dreamed, and had an epiphany of sorts…along with some very strange and sinister nightmares. But I thought first of the epiphany…..
If I have ever done or said a kind word to someone when they needed it, then I am satisfied.
If I have ever given good advice to my children, whether by pure accident, as would be the case most of the time or by chance of experience then I am satisfied.
If I have ever kissed my wife, and she was persuaded that she had married the right man, then I am satisfied.
If I have ever sung a song that brought out an honest emotion, or written a word that sparked a thought in someone’s mind, then I am happy.
If I have ever fed a hungry animal, whether is was a bird, cat, dog, squirrel, or any other living thing that God has created, then I am satisfied.
If I have ever thought a thought that was pure enough for God to appreciate, then I am very happy.
If I have ever cooked food for loved ones, or strangers that they enjoyed or that made them happy, then I am satisfied.
If I ever told a joke that got an HONEST laugh, then I am happy.
I have seen the Ocean on both sides of this wonderful country and walked in the sands and didn’t do it for the first time until I was 16 years old. It was so wonderful, I was so happy. And I have that same thrill and feeling now, everytime I look out over the ocean….
I have stood besides ruins of a culture in Greece which was over 2500 years old, and I was happy.
I have touched the skin and felt the warmth of every person who I have loved the most on this Earth, and I am so satisfied.
I have eaten my Grandmother’s suppers, and have been filled and fulfilled.
I have listened to my Grandfather play the banjo and sing, and it made me happy and it made me part of who I am today.
I have found many an arrowhead in the fields of my youth, and thought about the people who once populated this land, and was genuinely sorry for what they had to go through, and I was saddened.
I have seen a Golden Eagle in flight. It was a dream come true.
I have listened to the Beatles, Elvis, Mahalia Jackson, Percy Faith, Perry Como, Rod Stewart, Johnny Mathis, The Blues Brothers, The Righteous Brothers, Ray Boltz, Bing Crosby, Sinatra, Dean Martin, Laura Fabian, Eva Cassidy, Judy Garland, Jerry Lee Lewis, Clint Black, The Everly Brothers, and on and on.
I listened to Leonard Cohen sing “Hallelujah” last night on youtube, and watched Prince play the most awesome guitar solo ever on George Harrison’s “While my Guitar Gently Weeps” and I was happy. God…I love music so much. I will miss it one of these days, or it will miss me….
I have watched Meteors pour from the sky at such a rate that no one could have counted them. It was a once in a lifetime thrill.
I have seen an eclipse of the Sun and the Moon, and have seen a Comet in the Eastern sky during the early morning.
I have caught the tears of my children and tasted them. I have touched them when their skin was so soft and delicate that my whiskers made little red spots. Now I do it with my Grandchildren….and it has made me so happy.
I have played my guitar in my younger days until my hands cramped and my fingers bled, and oh what a catharsis it has been for me. Bless the person who invented it.
I have eaten wild onions and smoked rabbit tobacco. I hated them both but it was a matter of pride.
I have given money to many a homeless person, and have never told a soul (until now)
I have been in the middle of Storms of Nature and Storms of life that I did not think I would ever survive, but I did. And I am satisfied I passed the fire of that forge.
And the list could go on and on forever.
I have loved this life, and the souls of the people that our creator has chose to populate the bodies of the ones I love. I love it still every day. I want it still every day. I am afraid of it still every day. I never want it to end, but I know it well. I lay in bed at night and imagine it and dread it, but at the same time I know that it will bring peace and not torment.
I have witnessed things every day that I could not have imagined when I was a child. I witness them now every day, and I am in awe and wonder at what has come to pass.
I have seen the wonderful side of mankind first hand, but have seen his terrible wrath firsthand also, not as much as many…but enough for me to know I don’t want to see more, and I don’t want others to have to experience the awful red anvil of war and famine and death.
But strangely, I understand these things are also is a part of life we must know in order to appreciate the blooming of the delicate flowers of spring, and the birth of a child.
I have cried many tears, and I have asked for forgiveness for the sins I have committed. But there are those that won’t or can’t.
I don’t know what will happen on the day I leave this earth. There are not many who will know or care.
But if it is today, or in 25 years…I am happy, I am satisfied, and I am content.