My Own Way

I look at all the people who lead lives of quiet desperation. Lives spent frantically trying to please people and make them happy and then wondering why this isn't happening and it occurs to me that no one can ever make anyone else really happy, not for any length of time.

They can present opportunities that allow people to find their own happiness by discovering their self worth and self respect. Those are the best gifts I know for building a happiness foundation.

Other gifts become weights around the neck of the beloved. Weighing them down and keeping them there. Imagine a sinking ship. All the gold in the world won't raise that ship above the water's crest. Sometimes removing the gold is the answer.

When I am lost, or alone, sad, or suffering, the thing that feels the best, is a loving arm around me and a sweet voice whispering in my ear, "You can do this."

Even if it takes years, that voice and that arm are worth more than their weight in gold, because they allow me to find my own way.