Heavenletters

I have been pondering your words for a while, Emila, concluding there must be reasons for unhappiness I'm not aware of. What are they?, I wonder. Speaking only for myself, if I rule out life circumstances (job, house, health...) as the real causes for unhappiness, there seems to be nothing left but interactions with people. If I feel treated badly in any way, what is it I'm unhappy about, the treatment itself or what it means to me? In my case, the latter. It would mean that "they" don't consider me worthy of respect, consideration and fairness – and that is what hurts, not the treatment itself nor any other calamity on earth. Why, I ask myself, are animals not unhappy (except in rare cases where it may look as if they are after too much exposition to people not loving them)? Because they are unable to attach meaning to anything. That, I feel, is what makes them eagerly sniff their world even on three legs, even on two. No meaning, no ego, no status. Could it be that simple?

But in your case it seems to be something more or something else. I would love to understand. At least that is what I felt when I started writing this. It's changed now. I only want for you, as for myself, some more of that Plain old steady happiness that, as Heavenletters say, is there and only waits for us to agree to feel it. This has turned out true for me, and I'm confident it's true for you and everyone.