Why do we often treat happiness as a scarce resource?
Why do we approach our capacity for happiness as if it’s constrained, instead of wildly abundant?
Why do we frequently behave as if someone’s else’s success, joy or good fortune has anything to do whatsoever with our ability to experience contentment or equanimity?
Why do we let someone’s social media exploits ever make us feel bad about ourselves?
Your happiness doesn’t undermine mine. Nor does it limit it.
It’s never useful to compete on happiness.
The fact is there’s more than enough to go around.
Happiness compounds and expands. And we all rise with the tide.
Conversely, I should never derive happiness from another’s misery. There is no joy to be found in knowing the hole is on your side of the boat.
We’re all in this together.
It’s time to act like it.
What better time than now?
h/t to Sharon Salzberg for inspiring this post.