No Greener Grass
We don’t find happiness. We become it. We embody it. We decide to see our life through a different lens. We cease telling ourselves that we should be somewhere else — that “other” place we will never actually get to. There is no greener grass; it’s the lawn we are standing on that we must water and care for. Happiness begins the second we stop believing it is somewhere other than here. And then, no matter where we want to go, it comes along with us.
— Caroline Myss, Intimate Conversations with the Divine, p. 79
Photo: Leithöfe, Germany, April 1997