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  • Writer's pictureAli Assareh

We can only *be* happy — not *become* happy.

*Perspective Fridays*

The other day at the park, Issa was playing with his little car.

Then, an older boy came. He had a much bigger car, and started pushing and playing his big car all around Issa.

Issa couldn’t play with his car anymore — he was too mesmerized by the bigger car.

Then, a group of cyclists descended into the park, in full cycling regalia. (They we’re there to use the playground’s bathrooms.)

Now, the older boy couldn’t a play with his big car anymore — he was mesmerized by all the bikes.

There was a beautiful moment where Issa was standing behind the older boy, staring at his car; and the older boy was standing behind the bikers, staring at their bikes. Neither were playing with what they had anymore.

I turned to my wife, and we both said, “There’s always something bigger!”

We chase things, the next levels, in the hopes of *becoming* happier.

But there’s always something shinier after that.

We can only *be* happy — not *become* happy.

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