Today, I had drinks with a friend who came into town for a workshop.
Our conversations veered into discussions on happiness and where we think we sit on a scale of 1 to 10.
His description of his position was illuminating. “On a scale of 1 to 10, I’m a 4. A perfect 4. I neither desire to be higher than my present 4, nor lower than it. It is the number upon which I have found the balance to keep moving forward.”
Almost everyone has a different number at various phases of their lives, and most of us desire to better the number. In that desire, unhappiness is planted, and usually we drop down the scale.
I do not believe in arbitrary scales for love, sadness, happiness or peace of mind, but I enjoyed the conversation because most people do not understand how it is possible to be incomplete, yet perfect.
I am thankful for acceptance.
