“Happiness is the freedom and capacity to enjoy who we are and what we are doing.”
I’m pretty sure that one is right, but I’m also pretty sure it’s easier said than done.
It can take half a lifetime to start enjoying who we are – although most of us had it nailed for at least a few years as children.
“But it isn’t Easy,” said Pooh… “Because Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you.”
Winnie the Pooh
‘The House at Pooh Corner’
I know that’s right. One way to let them find you is to read poetry often and widely.
A copy of ‘Leaves of Grass’ by the bed is an excellent way of inviting Poems and Hums into my head. (I have to open it up and read it, of course. Osmosis doesn’t seem to work.) What about you, dear reader, do have somewhere special where ‘Hums’ can find you?
I work one day a week at an op shop/ thrift store. This morning when I arrived, the dress-ups cupboard door was open. The door was made, I suddenly realised, from a board-mounted poster of the young Kurt Cobain. It’s upside down, but I put it right side up, because it’s OK to be sloppy, but only if “it’s good”.
It was his birthday only a day or two ago – so was the open door this morning synchronicity or just an odd coincidence?
He looks like he was enjoying being himself just then, and he lived the life which he had imagined for a few years as an adult.
I guess he forgot to go where the Poetry and Hums could find him.