Happiness. Sometimes it surprises me. Especially when I look back at a photo and I see it in me, it evokes the feeling again and again. Sometimes looking back I feel it even more then when I experience it first hand because I’m not conscious of how happy I am in the moment. The moment is just perfect.
This pleasure I’ve discovered is from a simple past time: surfing. Catching waves in the ocean and attempting to ride them. Sometimes I ride a lot some times I ride a few, but I only get upset when I don’t go after it. I’m just as happy when I bail as when I catch waves. Because I’m happiest when I go for it and so the failure is actually success. That’s the definition of enjoying the journey.
Here’s a closer look at my face in this photo by Adam W. Reynolds.
Bliss? Doesn’t that look define it?
And here. I was actually pretty frustrated and getting slammed by random
outside waves again and again. But my face. Kevin Gilligan caught this random moment and I look just so freaking happy. Can’t you feel it too?
So why I don’t I just quit the land and live in the ocean? Cause I’m a responsible adult. Cause I’m good at things on land. In fact I’m way better at my day job then I am at surfing.
But my face in the office just doesn’t compare to my face in the water. It’s not interesting, and I wish I had a photo to prove it. Unfortunately, people don’t take photos of the mundane.
Is it possible for me to find happiness and keep my day job?