From time to time someone will ask me if I am happy. The easy answer of course is yes. Saying
no would require an explanation that no one would be interest in hearing.
When everything is going well in my world, I usually don’t think
of myself as “happy”; it is too general a word to convey what is important to
me. In fact no single word or term
serves that purpose. Some that
come close are: engagement, purpose, & meaning. And of these, engagement
works the best. However, when
things go south, and I am angry, discouraged, or depressed, I readily describe
myself as unhappy, rather than “un-engaged”. Go Figure.
Try to create this image in your mind. Imagine a sailboat on a very windy day - its sails billowed
taunt with wind, and the keel buried deep in the water - as it moves swiftly
across the surface, harnessing the forces of nature. All the elements are
working, and the boat is engaged in doing what it is meant to do.
This is what I strive for, to be engaged in doing the work I am
meant to do, work that gives me a sense of contentment, as well as purpose and
meaning. So isn’t that
happiness? Perhaps, but I avoid
that description because engagement doesn’t necessarily mean serenity, joy, and
peace of mind. This work is often
accompanied by anxiety, stress, and a roller coaster of emotional states, from
elation to despair.
Let me define what I mean by “work”, a word I use frequently to
describe, in a broad sense, what we do to give our lives meaning and purpose. It is work that we feel called to do.
It chooses us; we don’t choose it.
This is the work that replenishes the energy it consumes, work that may
leave us exhausted, but with a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. In my years of medicine, creating art,
and writing, I have been engaged in this good work. In each of these endeavors I have experienced the fullest
range of emotions, from extreme despair to joy and satisfaction, and I remain
grateful for the experience.
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