Do not let me Skip
Sometimes I'd like to skip. I wish it were that easy. Feeling sick? Skip. A job interview? Skip. The first 5 minutes of a date? Skip. The last 5 minutes of an unsuccessful date? Skip. Empty bank account? Skip. Still empty? Skip. Scared? Skip. Happy? Save.
What if happiness was only a state you could reach after your problems are solved? A lot of rich people aren't happy. They have fewer problems. 7 months ago I was in Myanmar and saw a man smiling as he walked out of a restaurant. He had just had breakfast. That was his first problem of the day, and it was solved. He was happy.
I often think that if I could just acknowledge how lucky I am to have most of my problems sorted without having to even think of them would make me much happier. I would have much more to celebrate. Instead I wake up and get glued to my iPhone for the first 10 minutes of the day. It doesn't make me happy, but I can't help it. I flip on the shower and hot water comes pouring out. I go catch the bus and it arrives. I hit the "On" button of my laptop and it works. I order food and the delivery man puts it right on my table.
What if too easy of a life made one unhappy. I think it does.
And yet, I wanted to skip today.