Are you planting your cabbages?
CS Lewis and Montaigne have a simple view on death: It will find us eventually, but “I want death to find me planting my cabbages.”
It’s a camouflaged world we all are living in, where we all are doing things, still not feeling happy. Which means, we are dying daily.
Death is a natural outcome of life.
But living is a choice we make daily, by choosing happiness.
Happiness, I have observed comes from living a life of meaning.
Living an ordinary life while going for an evening walk, with no urge to capture the sunset pictures but to capture just the sunset in your eyes.
To write poetry because the words flow out of you in every situation, hilarious or ludicrous.
To kick the banana peel from the road to the nearby side area, so the person walking on the same place doesn’t trip over.
Happiness is not found in bowling (you find fun in bowling). Happiness is found in being bowled over by the mundane meaningless of the melange of life.
I get it you have bills to pay.
But for some parts of the day, be it 5 minutes or 50, may you plant your own cabbages. Just for the sake of planting your own cabbages, and nothing else.