I've been pretty much alone at the office where I work here all week. The office secretary has been sick with the flew so this is the 6th day in a row I've pretty much been the only one in the office. People drop in now and then for an hour or two, but the majority of my days have just been me alone taking phone messages and doing some bookkeeping for another company my boss owns. Other than that it is very slow here. I like it in some ways and don't in other ways. It's the perfect time to get writing, reading and studying done, when all you're doing is waiting for phones to ring, but I've been kinda lazy, just watching the clock and blogging and stuff. Hopefully the secretary will be back next week and I can get some inventory and bookkeeping work done at another location.

I've been thinking about happiness a little bit lately. It's seems like everyone's big concern in life is whether they're happy. That's kind of the big life question you hear people asking. "Are you happy?" I don't mean happy now and then. I mean being generally happy in life. It's the sort of thing you'd expect a psychiatrist to ask their patient. It's the sort of thing you might ask yourself from time to time. I was thinking, how much time do people waste worrying about weather they're happy or not. Does it even matter?
Let's say you aren't happy. What then? Terrors of terrors? End of the world? Why does it matter so much to everyone? I don't necessarily know if I'm generally happy. I know I would never refer to myself as a happy or cheerful person because it's just not my personality. I have joy. That doesn't mean I'm joyful all the time because I most definitely am not always a joyful person, but I have joy in my heart according to the knowledge that there is something real and true to be joyful about no matter what happens.
I think the reason so many people in this world are so unhappy is because they're obsessed with being happy. Think about it. People do so much to make themselves happy, but at the end of the day they're never content and still want more of it. If you think about it, the whole "pursuit of happiness" is completely selfish and when we waist our lives away trying to make sure we're happy we really end up unsatisfied.
The problem is we're to worried with whether we're happy when we should be worried about whether God is happy. Honestly, if we dropped all the things we do that make us happy and concentrated on trying to do everything we could to make God happy with our lives, then, we would be content, satisfied, and ultimately happy. Now I'm not saying to please God with the intention of making yourself happy through it because that defeats the purpose and usually ends up just being selfrighteousness or pride. I'm saying completely forget about pleasing yourself and just try to please God.
Now, we obviously as humans will eat food we like and have fun in our spare time. Neither of these things are wrong, but I know I become obsessed with filling my life with getting the best stuff, eating the best food, and having the most fun I possibly can. It's one of the biggest things I struggle with because at the end of the day, it never makes me happy. In fact, it makes me regretful. The very thing we're trying to achieve is taken away from us because we aren't supposed to be worried about it in the first place.
I don't know if I'll ever learn, but I wonder how happy everyone would be if they decided that they could care less if they were happy or sad and became obsessed making sure God was happy (or pleased is perhaps a better word, "happy" is so trite) with them.
Sorry for getting away with myself and having some brain leakage find its way into my keyboard. Every time that happens my post becomes a long rambling. Maybe I've had to much time to think, sitting here alone all week.