Secret of happiness #5: Look up, look down, look sideways

After previous posting, I decided to finish this unfinished business. 

This post was first initiated in October 2013. So you see how it's been sitting there, waiting for me.

In my childhood, my parents brought me up in always looking up. No matter what grades you got, bound to have other kids that's better. Don't be complacent. Try to reach for the stars, and all...

In my dearly departed Daddy's final days, he humbly stressed out the points of looking downwards. Not in belittling-people-sense, but to be thankful. To feel fortunate that we're enjoying little comforts that others are not so lucky enough. Hence the second point. Look down, be thankful.

I'm a big 'circle' fan. I believe, everything will come to a circle. Without feedback path, a system cannot be stable (engineers out there, sure you'll agree with me).

So we already have up, and down. What else to make a circle? The sides!

What to do with the sides? Look sideways, to make sure that in reaching up for the stars, in being thankful, you are not forgetting those around you. Make sure your dream has a good purpose too for those you love. Because, what's the point of success if your loves one suffers along the way, right?

So there... A little thing that I've started living by. Look up, look down, look sideways. Reach for the star, be thankful, make sure it is aligned with your beloved's need.

Secret of happiness #4: Do something useful

I suffered from a psychological tendency that have yet to be discovered, I think. 

Many times, I caught my self in a precarious juggling act, so tight that I couldn't breath. Somehow, if I don't load myself up to a point where I break up in hives, my brain keeps on searching for more... Tick... Tock... I got 30s between lesson and bus arrival... What to do???

But that's entirely my own doing. I am blessed with a supportive loving hubby, and two kids that knows what they are doing. Not much problem caring for them.

Even being slightly 'abnormal', am truly happy.

So last Sunday, after a cup of coffee to shoo the bed calling away, I managed to scrapbook, plastic wrap the children books, paid bills, helped my children Chinese homework (when you don't speak don't read Chinese, this is an adventure on its own, worthy of another posting), ... I went to bed worn out but contended.

I think, when we're doing something useful, we feel worthy and satisfied. And, that pile of unfinished business is thinning down. Less pressure on us. Happy!

A step forward, try doing something do others... Ooo... The joy to see their smile...