One needs so very little to be happy.
Well, technically, one needs nothing at all — merely a mind at peace with itself, I suppose. But what I mean is the material stuff. We get so wrapped up in all the things we need in order to be happy and feel secure that it’s easy to miss how very simple life really is.
What do I need to be happy? A place to sleep, even if it’s a Walmart parking lot. A toothbrush — I’m very fussy about brushing. Toilet paper (I use inordinate amounts of toilet paper, heheh). A change of clothes. Medications, so life is less painful. The Economist and/or a smartphone and/or a computer, since I can’t be cut off from the news for long. Not much else, when you get right down to it.
Having no idea where I’m going to be next week is a bit unsettling when I dwell on it. But when I put my mind at ease and focus instead on all that I have before me — on the fact that my needs are met and that I am pretty damned happy — well, it doesn’t look so bad. Who needs creature comforts when you have good friends and good experiences and the sense of moving into an unknown but always interesting future?
Things can always be better than they are, and in the end it’s what you choose to make of what you have. I choose to see a half-full glass … and then to drink it down and smile. L’Chaim.
“Ich sage euch: man muß noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können.”
(I tell you: one must still have chaos within oneself, to give birth to a dancing star.)
— from Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche