Today I am purposed to be happy

Joel Osteen in his book Every Day a Friday, says that happiness “depends on how my mind is arranged. Happiness is something you decide ahead of time." When you get up every day, “happiness is a choice. You can choose what kind of day you want to have. You can choose to be in a good mood, or you can choose to be in a bad mood.”

Today I have purposed to be happy. Today I am happy.

Tomorrow I have purposed to be happy. Tomorrow I will be happy.

Macraps dot net may come my way. But it will not take away my happy.

I have a choice and I surely have made it. No one or anything can take away my happy. Nothing. Nobody. Happy is a decision I have made. It is independent of what I am doing or what happens to me. It is independent of what is said to me or what is done to me.

I once read about a man who was in prison but free and at peace. I do not remember if he was happy. I wondered how one could be imprisoned but free and at peace. I really did. I just could not get it. At all. Free happy and at peace in jail. How now?

Over time, and though experiences, and most of all - a rising in self awareness I have come to realise that my mind, my choices and my beliefs have a larger impact on me, than what happens to me or is said to me. I know how I can be free, at peace and happy even when locked up – because no one can lock up my mind, unless I allow you to do it. I have to decide that you can lock up my mind.

In The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari, Sharma says that the first step to being happy is to be aware of your thoughts especially the uninspiring ones. And just as easily as they come into your mind, you have an ability to replace them. Change the gloomy thoughts with cheerful ones. Concentrate he says on being cheerful and energetic. Feel you are happy. Train the power of your mind on positive thoughts.

Nowadays I find it difficult to do this – change the negative thoughts into positive ones. Which is good. Because initially when I started this self mind training, it was impossible for me to remove any negative thought that took hold of my mind. I just could not do it.

I know now that I do not smile and laugh and chat merrily away because I am happy. I smile, laugh and chat to be happy. And what I also know, as I purpose to be happy, is that happiness cannot come without self awareness. Awareness of my thoughts and actions, and those of others around me. An awareness that somehow leads to happiness via peace?

It is a struggle to be happy sometimes. Especially when I am in dire desperate straits - imagined or real. And full of despair. In my mind, the opposite of despair and fear is peace. And that’s a good quest, ain’it? Total inner peace, irrespective of any high or low.

If it is peace you want, seek to change yourself, not other people. It is easier to protect your feet with slippers than to carpet the whole of the earth. Anthony De Mello http://www.demellospirituality.com/

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