Happy happy joy joy ... words to live by.
Decades ago, my mother would say, "Be happy!" It was said in an instructive way. Which was not to say I wasn't; we just talked about things quite a lot.
I seem to have been about equally happy ever since I can remember, with situations going up and down requiring me to shift my circumstances to rebalance to my preferred happiness level.
So I have floated around the world and across jobs and into various ideas and ventures, pushed by the winds of chance but guided by my teleological perspectives not to mention biological drives inherited from eons of survival of the fittest.
A few years ago, I met a real estate agent at a property I was interested in, arriving on my little blue motor scooter I bought from a daughter who had gone to Australia. The agent was a bright lady with a good expression at hand for most circumstances - she commented that I looked unencumbered. Which is how I like to feel. Meaning free to head off in any direction. A couple of other expressions from her over the years, "carpe diem" [I hadn't heard that when she used it], "I have saved you from a fate worse than death" [we bought a house in Remuera instead of one in Forest Hill], "The rich pastiche of life" in regard to something, which appealed to my sense of humour and irony.
One thing I learned decades ago, was that my grandmother [mother's mother], had better ideas than I thought she had when I was younger though even then I was mindful of her perspectives and obviously took them seriously since I still remember them. Not everything from the oldies is wisies, sage and a keeper. But a billion years of survival is a good guide to beating the odds.
It's certainly an interesting life hurtling around the sun on a little ball of volcanic rock with a wispy thin atmosphere, wondering where to get off and where we are going. We don't know where we're going but we're on our way. Getting there is half the fun.
Happy happy joy joy ...
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