
Imagine Sisyphus Happy
We tend to think of Sisyphus as a tragic hero,condemned by the gods to shoulder his rocksweatily up the mountain, and again up the mountain,
Writing is part of my meditative process to clarify my thoughts, to align my actions and to focus on my purpose. I write about my emotions, my shortcomings, and my ideas for a better world through poetry, prose, and what I call rantifestos every day, some of which I post here on my blog and on social media. I share them to help others move along their paths to live and lead with compassion.

We tend to think of Sisyphus as a tragic hero,condemned by the gods to shoulder his rocksweatily up the mountain, and again up the mountain,

Ever since happiness heard your name,it has been running through the streetstrying to find you. Hafiz During this long weekend we celebrate independence and our freedom. To

What will make you happy? And when will you be happy?
I ask these questions in my workshops. To some these are easy questions. The answers just pop into their heads. To others these are confounding questions. A confusing kaleidoscope of words and images overwhelm their minds.
The point I try to make is that “happiness”, at least the western notion of happiness, is ephemeral and insufficient. That while this goal may swirl in our little heads it is not the end we want.

Wishes made, from our childhood, a lifetime of those blown out birthday candles, and in those delightful quiet moments of self indulgence. Wishes are not for material things, they are the comfort food of your daydream mind.

You encounter someone unstable from a heavy heart, get closer and listen.

Every time we see our action as a means to an end we lose the meaning and value of the action.
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