You want to be happy. I want to be happy. The mom of seven wants to be happy. The guy in the skinny jeans sipping a mocha-caramel-coconut-crunchy-frou-frou-whatchamacallit latte wants to be happy. We're all looking for it, in one way or another.
We want more. So we try things. Lots of things. Things, people, ideas. Sometimes his latest and greatest Apple gadget will make him feel happy. But then a few months will go by, a few later and greater Apple products will emerge, and a few nagging discontents pop up. He twiddles his thumbs, just knowing I need that. I need that. That would make me better, cooler... happier.
The grass is always greener. All is vanity. There is nothing new under the sun.
"There are two ways to get enough. One is to continue to accumulate more and more. The other is to desire less." (Chesterton). If we set our hearts on simple things, if we truly desire less, then we will be content. Contentment is a necessity of happiness. Someone with a little bit that he loves will be far more happy than someone with a lot that doesn't really matter. Once you start hoarding, it's nearly impossible to stop. There is always somewhere else to go, someone else to love, something else to buy, some other philosophy to test out.
I think we spend far too much time counting up the troubles in our lives, while forgetting to count the happinesses. Our focus is on our bad job, our small house, our mean friends...all our difficulties, while right in front of us, and inside of us, is joy. We live on a ball hurtling through space, but we don't fall off. Our hearts beat, our lungs breathe. We live in a world of grass and sky and color. Laughter, faith, baby kisses, blistered hands --- that's joy. That's grace. Count your happiness. "It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness," Spurgeon said.
We make happiness by loving little things.