Of Happiness and Of the Past

I like the definition of happiness by Dr Gordon Livington:

Happiness is to have something to do; someone to love and something to look forward to.

Memory is often not an accurate transcription of past experiences. Rather it is a story we tell ourselves of the past, full of distortions, wishful thinking and unfulfilled dreams... all from our perspective, selectively.

The past is often like an endless entertaining, if frequently painful, movie being played over and over. It contains all the explanations, all the misery, all the drama that went into making what we are today. Coming to terms with our past is inevitably a process of forgiveness, of letting go, the simplest and most difficult of human endevours. It is simultaneously an act of will and of surrender.

Something to think about seriously as one grows old and still remains relevent.