This morning I was talking with my mom on the phone. Out of the blue she asked, “Are you happy?”
I was surprised by her question, and responded, “Me? You’re asking me if I’m happy?” It just seemed like a random question, out of nowhere.
In a flash, I thought about all the wonderful things I have in my life… An awesome husband, caring family, great friends, the comfort of religion, the cutest kitties around, a nice home, a good job, and the list goes on.
But am I happy? I answered her with a yes. But there is a caveat…
I am happy, but now I know how happy I could be, which makes my current state hard to bear.
After 7 long, agonizing years, I experienced one week of blissful happiness. Suddenly, all that was taken away.
The blessing is that I can finally say I know true happiness. The curse is how much I want it back.