We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Today’s post is dedicated to joy. The joy we access from the light within each of us. We all know what brings us joy. And sometimes we forget to choose it. There are too many other things to do, we’re afraid that too much joy might make us lazy or complacent, we don’t like the vulnerability that comes with experiencing joy. Whatever your reason, today is a reminder that joy is just one decision away. The decision to experience and express it.
Read this to my spouse who is struggling with a seasonal bout of depression (bipolar). Of course these feel-goods are useless to those in that state. But it is a refreshing reminder to me, the care giver. Thanks Mr Bruce for the bit of therapy....
Joy is important! In fact, if we all knew how lucky we are just to be here, we'd feel joy everyday. But sadly, we're surrounded by people who don't want us to be happy. We're all supposed to be sad, so that very expensive people can make everything better. With drugs, and therapy, and exercise. It's funny, but the government wants to measure everything; what you say, what you do, where you go. But they won't publish a daily joy index. How could anyone feel joy when there are starving babies in Africa? That would be heartless. So everyone must feel sad. Our horrible, cruel, expensive government is just trying to help.
What Mr Ron writes is so true. Living with someone who can be so full of up beat - to a fault- then sliding down the slope is seems to be my place. After forty years I resign myself to how it is. But I can see the joy. Well back to my desk.
There is not a single country in Africa that is not literally overrun with do gooders and billions of dollars. Religious organizations, NGO's, foreign government organizations and more. They have been there in force for decades. Some things are better thanks to all this effort but almost 100% of the problems that have not been solved are because of culture and crooked leaders. So it is NOT from lack of effort, money or opportunity.
I have no joy. Husband died in January, have had two cats die. Put down a beloved dog yesterday. Most of the things that bring me joy have died or been shut down due to Covid. I sit in the house and work.
So sad that so many do not feel any joy. To wake in the morning and experience just a few seconds a day of God's grace shouls be a source of joy.
I may have lost my job but having my grand daughter playing on the living room floor is a great source of joy.