Happiness needs

It seems nearly everyone I know is needy right now.  Including me. That frustrates me, makes me angry, almost hopeless sometimes.

Life could be so simple if everyone could be honest, straight forward and more generous than selfish.

Almost all the problems I can think of would be less of a problem if people did not value so many unimportant things.

People are told they should seek happiness, but that is an elusive thing.  If by some stretch of the imagination I think I have reached it?  Then its definition changes.

The shiny new car, the beautiful new lover, the salary I have dreamed of, all become stepping stones to other cars, lovers, salaries, and quickly become meaningless if I lose a child, or other loved one.

Happiness is more likely to be reached briefly through the back door when something terrible looms before me.  Great loss makes whatever is left more precious.

Of course it never really is all or nothing.

Life is a mixture of good and bad and the scales tip precariously all the time.

If I can keep my wants limited to my needs, my needs reasonable, and my heart as open as possible, I can create little bubbles of happiness in the most unlikely places.  Life will never be perfect, but it can be bearable and sometimes happy and often content.