Looking For Your Happiness?

… but where, oh where, can it be?

Where do you seek your happiness? In your day? In your late night out? From your loved ones? From the simple moments? Your home? Your pet? Your career? Your FitBit? Your iPhone? Your Android?

FB? IG? A sunset? A sunrise? A cup of coffee? A vodka tonic?

Or maybe, it’s a daydream? Your favorite song? A great concert? The smile of a baby? The joy of a toddler? The color of that house down the street you see everyday? The color of the sky sometimes?

Your fave magazine at the newsstand? That old photograph of you and your mom? Or… that new photo of your partner? … (you know the one)

Where do you seek your happiness?

Your joy… Your ecstasy… From where do you source your joie de vivre? (Remember… that’s the joy of living; not just an old french saying.)

Hey… Do you ever lose your happiness? Your joy?

What does “joy” mean to you, btw?

What does the phrase “looking for happiness” mean to your heart? Do you know what truly makes you happy?

Lots of questions… right? Joy seems simple, yes? It can be found in so many places. And even if it’s fleeting, it can be lifting, warm, effusive, fun and, well, make you smile. Goes without saying, huh? Yet it can be complex. For some of you reading this, the questions above were fun. You reveled in them, discovering new answers as you read each one. For some of you, though, those questions were hard and began to annoy the f*$% out of you. You were wondering when I was going to get to the point.

The simplicity and the complexity. This is the rub. Most of us don’t think this much about our happiness. We don’t want to. We just want to be happy. It’s supposed to be simple. However, if we’re looking around us for the world to make us happy, and then it stops providing us with enough stimulation, enough evidence, enough stuff to actually make us happy, we can get disappointed. We can possibly become jaded, bitter, disillusioned, even angry with the world – not instantly, but definitely over time. Our disappointment can become devastation and our bitterness can become despair. All of us have experienced some kind of depression like this – whether it lasted momentarily, or longer causing us to seek external help to alleviate physical symptoms.

The real rub?

… We are looking for our joy and our happiness outside of ourselves. This means that there will never be enough to satisfy our ever-increasing desire to find happiness and to be happy. That’s why so many books, blogs, magazine articles, healing modalities, yoga practices and much else in this world are dedicated to telling you how to be happy — how to find your happy place. Except no one can give you a formula for finding happiness. Any formula, by its very existence, has a half-life that will never fulfill our ever-increasing desire to be happy.

So, here at the (r)evolution of bliss, we say that we have forgotten that the natural state of our human-beingness is joy, and that there is a profound simplicity to this joy. And although we have forgotten that this state is with us always – within us, that does not mean that it is not waiting to be tapped, felt and enjoyed.

We’ve forgotten that bliss / joy / happiness / enthusiasm / excitement / ecstasy / verve / elation / and all other emotional versions of this end of the emotional spectrum are actually the very nature of our souls. And given these are always within us, by that notion alone, makes them unlimited and infinite in quantity – meaning you can tap that all day, every day for the rest of your life and never bottom out.

However, it is society that tells us this profound simplicity is “ridiculous, foolish, childish,” and, even, “weak.” Society can go so far as to ridicule anyone who wants to be joyful as a way of being in the world and, in turn, we end up demeaning ourselves for even considering it. We put ourselves at the mercy of the heaving pressure from everyone outside of us to be “real“. Because being real becomes far more important than being happy.

And this “realism” we seek? Just smoke and mirrors for our cynicism about life. In the end, many of us essentially say to ourselves, it is not enough to be joyful in life. We must satisfy the “real” quotient. And frankly, being “real” becomes about being someone other than ourselves.

Cray cray, huh?

This “being real” is an obfuscation of our wonder and marvel at the beauty of our world as we are chided by others and made to feel silly, childish and immature for marveling in the simplicity of these pleasures alone. This is how it happens. This is how we forsake ourselves for what others think is the “real” us. Can you see how it’s happened in your life?

After all these substitutions, and because we forget the smoke and mirrors are not real, we end up complicating our happiness, deciding it must be a “search” for something continually outside of ourselves. We’ve learned it would be stupid to think it’s as simple as being right where we are… always. We make our joy / happiness / bliss complex, and search for it. The search, by definition, makes it ever-elusive and ever-dwindling (that means lack, y’all). But we begin to regard that as “real.” I mean, let’s keep it 100.

“Happiness doesn’t last. The good stuff never does.”

Not the truth, but a maxim we use often

Intuitively, we know our happiness cannot last if we place it in things outside of ourselves, so then old maxims begin to make more sense. And now we have mantras that we live by, because no one would allow us to be our truest selves.

But the (r)evolution of bliss is here… to bring you back to reality. The truth of you. Reality is that good feelings are yours and can be yours in any moment, at any time. It’s all here within you.

You can create your good feelings. All the time. Every time. You are the creator of your world. And only you. This is your greatest power.

You can even call it a superpower if you want.

It is your bliss… awaiting your revelation. The (r)evolution of your bliss awaits you.

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