Years ago, when I was delving into personal growth and self improvement, I came across a wonderful tape series, â€œField of Diamondsâ€ by Earl Nightingale. One of the questions, he posed and which I had struggled with was happiness.
Until then, happiness had been on my list of life goals. What I didnâ€™t realize was that happiness can never be a standalone goal. How do you measure happiness? Where does it come from? Why doesnâ€™t it last? What does it mean exactly?
Earl Nightingale figured it out. Happiness, he said, is â€œthe pursuit of a worthy goal.â€ I love that definition. And I discovered its truth, when I began writing in earnest. I became a much happier person. The act of writing makes me happy. The pursuit of finishing a novel makes me happy. Once finished, a new goal emerges, a new book needs to be written and low and behold, I am happy once again.
I guess it just means that I love to write. And that makes me happy.