Making Your Self Happy

I saw a post today—a task:

List the things that make you happy. Then list your daily tasks. Compare. Apply.

The idea: “Make yourself happy” by doing those things daily.

But I question this motivation.

Is “happiness” really a condition we can reach? Or is it something we’re desperately clinging to, like a destination we must arrive at?

What if by trying to capture what “makes us happy,” we’re clinging too tightly—blocking ourselves from the real magic?

What if, instead, we let go?

Let go of the fear of never reaching our dreams.

Let go of needing to measure, define, or prove our happiness.

What if we learned to simply be—present, gracious, open—without constantly needing more?

Because life is the journey,

not the destination, that so often leaves us hostage to disappointment.