I am always so acutely aware of my happiness.
I think it’s something that naturally goes hand in hand with depression. Like a business man who’s obsessed with money. He’ll never have enough of it and therefore never be satisfied.
A bit like that.
I see the faults in this, I see the circles I must go in. The more you try to not be obsessed with something though the more attention you’re giving to that one thing. But this post isn’t about that anyway.
Recently a thought hit me – I do so much to try and make myself happy. Well, nothing has worked well so far, so why not do things for others instead. Spend my time a little more wisely.
I’ve gone along with idea for a few months now. A lot of my help to others seems to always involve paint. I’ve tried to help emotionally a few times and I can’t seem to do that quite yet.
I can’t do more than I’m ready for but if there’s some DIY someone needs doing, I’ll be there for youuu.
I haven’t done anything ground breaking. I haven’t helped the community, only family and friends. And it’s all little things that they could have done but I’ve done it instead. It still seems like I gave them a little bit of happiness and that’s the goal.
Someone to feel happy.
In turn that does make me feel happy.
And the act alone of painting chairs or a fence is therapeutic and has given me a little hope.
Not that any of this is about how I feel. My focus was never on that.
I encourage you to help someone in a small way. And the only reason for that action is for their satisfaction, not your own.