The Good Life
July 8th, 2008I arrived in Manhattan at the age of 20 seeking work, only to find that my college degree did not qualify me for any job. I took jobs unrelated to my education in order to have enough money to pay the rent on a tiny apartment. I was one of millions of young people in big cities all over the world, living in small rooms or tiny apartments, earning my own living. The years went by. I didn’t want to complain, but I wasn’t happy.
People don’t come to New York to have fun. They come to work. Nevertheless, 50 percent of the people who come here from foreign countries turn around and go back home again. For various reasons, it’s difficult to find happiness here.
I woke up this morning determined to find happiness, so I set out looking for it. Walking in the Hudson River Park, I came to Trapeze School New York (TSNY). A young woman swung back
and forth on a high trapeze, dropped into the safety net, flipped down to the ground, flung both her arms up into the air, then ran to her trainer, kissed him, and gave him a big hug! What a show! Amazing! I wondered if they were a couple!
Outside, a small group of young women arrived for a lesson. When they saw two of their friends, they yelled, “Hello trapezists!” flinging their arms around each other in big hugs. Weren’t they living the good life? I didn’t know if they were happy, but they were certainly young and in high spirits. It seems to me that you can’t tell whether or not people are really happy by how they look.
Other people seemed determined to be unhappy. I saw a slim, blond mother out walking with her two daughters, who looked exactly like her. The daughters had pulled their hair back in ponytails. The mother had hers in a bun at the back of her head. The older daughter turned and attacked her mother: “Don’t you know where you’re going?” she said peevishly. What were these blond females arguing about on such a beautiful day? They looked so well-established and prosperous, but inside they were miserable. What a shame.
On my way I had to pass through a deserted block which had been taken over by homeless people. A man slept on the sidewalk wrapped from head to foot in a blanket. His belongings were piled in a shopping cart. Another man wearing a baseball cap stared out at me from the shadows. No one spoke. I just walked by. These people were not happy and living the good life, either. Would more money solve their problems?
I asked myself this question because many people think that if they won the lottery, they would instantly be happy and all their problems would be solved.
Through my work, however, I became acquainted with a number of millionaires. Usually a millionaire is someone who always thinks he needs more money to be happy, even though he is already wealthy. His money does not bring him happiness. The way he sees it, his money only brings him more bills to pay.
I gave up thinking about the mystery of happiness. It was great being outdoors in the park. Men, women,
children, and lots of dogs were enjoying themselves in the salt sea air and sunshine. People were stretching their muscles, jogging, sailing, kayaking, fishing off the piers, talking, and taking their kids out of the house to play on scooters.
As I walked, a man looked at me and smiled. I couldn’t believe it! In this city of anonymity and alienation, where millions of people walk on the sidewalks and ride the subways every day without raising their eyes to look at each other, someone had actually smiled at me!
It was an odd feeling. I felt myself glowing. I had a smile on my face, too!
This startling experience happened to me again the next day, too, and the next, and the next.
I still live in the same place. I still work at the same job. I still know the same people. The only thing that’s changed is this: Every morning when I wake up, I decide to be glad, not sad, about my life. Soon after waking up, I say to myself: ‘I intend to be a happy person today.’
It’s that funny? I never knew that “happy” is something we decide to be.
Suggested Questions for Discussion:
1. When I say “the good life,” what images arise in your mind? A beautiful beach on a sunny day? More leisure time? More friends? Having a date with an attractive woman or man? A new car? A new house?
2. In your opinion, does everybody want to be happy? Or do some people choose misery instead?
3. In the Declaration of Independence of the USA, Americans are said to have the right to pursue happiness. Do you think that happiness is something we can pursue? Think back to a time in your life when you were happy. At that time, were you pursuing happiness?
4. Feeling happy may be a two-step process, like making a wish and then letting it go. Do you ever make wishes about what you believe would make you feel happier?
The perspective expressed in this story is based on A Course in Miracles and the books, CDs, and DVDs of Wayne W. Dyer, Ph.D.
Photographs and Text Copyright © 2008 Barbara A. English. All rights reserved.

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