Why ...

I don't want to get to philosophical here. But why is it that the things that make you happiest often seem sooo out of reach that it feels as if it is impossible to find that level of happiness.

Then there are those things that are immensely rewarding, but the reward (albeit immense) often times does not feed or shelter. So to achieve the reward you freely give up the commodity of time & effort without regret.

I guess that is what gives philanthrapy or the ministry their purpose; although I don't seem to recognize the joy or happiness in philanthrapists that I'm referring to. Ministers seem happy but being that I'm not one I can only speculate on their happiness (FYI: religious or not, I for one don't want to ? A ministers happiness).

So in retrospect, why can't I just get a job where I get to freely give of myself, yet I can still afford a house and maybe two meals a day. I'll cut back to one meal if necessary, I don't need a lavish house, but I do feel I have so very much to give but yet I struggle with the means in which to be able to freely give.

Just why? Eh. I shall plow my field tomorrow and contemplate more. (my field is my front yard, I rented a tiller)


-- Blog'd From My iPhone