One of our
neighbor friends, who is an Australian, recently left Japan to go back to live
in his country. He was convinced that the culture, job, salary and future was
not a good fit for him in this country. There were some foreigners who had the
same position as George. They warned him about how terrible the job and salary
was. It is true, but George is so proud of how he feels and what he has now. Materialistically,
this is really nothing compared to what he used to have.
It’s not the money,
things, or titles. He found himself…his own definition of happiness. I think he
is one of the happiest people in the world. There are more people, including myself,
who have not found what we really want in life. We want to look nice (not me,
though) by purchasing name brands, to eat delicious cuisine at restaurants, to
buy things created by someone and to feel luxurious, while complaining
constantly about work and salary. Yet, if we quit our job in search of
something better, we continue to complain. It’s easy to forget to appreciate
what we have.
When I see him
sitting in the yard with the doggies while looking at his volcano, the scene is
picture perfect. It tells me that he is one of the happiest people I’ve ever
known because he found his importance. I feel fortunate to be around the kind
of person who is positive and happy…he even laughs at my first attempt at
gardening. By the way, I lost some blueberries. There are only eight now. I
have to keep trying to be cleverer than the deer.
Erika
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