When I was very young, ’round four or five, I remember being asked that question: “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
My answer was simple: Happy.
Of course, this answer wasn’t acceptable in school as I couldn’t draw a picture of it. So I drew pictures of an ice cream scooper person at Thrifty’s, a veterinarian, a marine biologist; but aside from being ‘happy,’ there wasn’t much else I wanted.
Since you’re taught nothing about happiness in school – or even really at church – and my parents and family certainly weren’t happy people, I spend years studying happiness. Reading books, and studying people. Listening to words – spoken and written. I studied psychology, sociology, spirituality, truth. I wanted to understand humans, myself, my parents, my relationships. Things that seemed so confusing, and so unhappy.
And after a long, beautiful, crazy, sometimes dark journey, I can say that I’ve made it. I’ve achieved my childhood dream of growing into happiness.
And you know what I’ve found?
That there is only one way to happiness.
And the only way – is through your heart. Each person on this planet has their own heart path to follow while their heart is beating. You’ve got to dance to your own drum, to the rhythm you’re creating with each pulse of that pulpy muscle in your chest.
If you try to follow anyone else’s heart path, you won’t be truly happy.
Are you on your own, unique, individual path?
Are you listening to that still small voice, that song of your soul? Have you learned the words yet?
It’s time. It’s time to listen. And it’s time to remember.