Birds fly. Ants walk. Fishes swim. But trees? Trees just grow. They are stuck on their very own place for a lifetime.
In this life full of change, speed and instant communication; we seem to always value movement over stagnation; change over sameness; newness over that what is old.
Happiness, many think, is a function of the far-away-ness of our holidays, size of our home, level of our career promotion and other outer appearance stuff. This type of happiness in the end is perceived to be deserved through some type of hard work or some think, by mere luck.
But is this happiness, or is this a temporary satisfactory state?
Do we need movement to keep feeling alive? Do we need change to keep feeling engaged? Do we need something new to keep feeling fulfilled? Or is this rat race just an illusion and is the depth of true happiness so shallow that we repeatedly overlook it…
The more I am able to experience happiness in the simplest things, yes, even more simple then anything you just come up with…The more I believe I start to experience a form of long lasting happiness. An almost unconditional version of happiness.
So maybe, lasting happiness requires the guts to slow down when all is speeding up. The guts to reduce when everything else is pulling for increase. The guts to stop when everyone else calls for movement.
It is this freedom, and in those moments that I am detached from everything, I am present, I am free.
Maybe boring from the perspective of movers.
But at least free from mine.
Free as a tree.