What It’s All About
Posted in Daily Thanks on 07/29/2010 11:20 pm by adminAn exceedingly wise young man recently shared with me the concept of “five pillars of happiness,” which he described as follows:
1. Gratitude
2. Generosity (i.e. giving back)
3. Companionship (i.e. generically, humans interacting with other humans)
4. Experience (i.e. doing sh*t, not necessarily buying sh*t)
5. Active (I don’t think that’s the actual word the article used, but it’s point was we should do physical stuff. Exercise or get out and just go)
I loved the first four, which made perfect sense to me.
But the last one kind of stuck in my gut and gnawed at my brain. What if you can’t accomplish #5 because of physical limitations that you have little or no control over? Can you be fully happy with just the four pillars, or would you always feel the void of the fifth? For that matter, what effect does a lack of #5 have on the other four pillars?
Over the past couple of years, my body’s decided it’s at war with itself, and the battlefield hasn’t been so pretty. Modern medicine has so far proven pretty effective at slowing the disease (it damn well better, at $20k a year), but I can’t deny the damage already done and the decline most certainly in my future. My body just doesn’t work the way it used to, and I already struggle to do little things that a few years ago I would have thought nothing of. Most of the time I just don’t let it cloud my brain, since there’s only so much I can do about it. I write here, and it helps. (Really, it does. Try it.)
But #5 shoved it to the front of my brain, where it’s been hanging out for a couple of days, going nowhere. Then tonight, I stumbled onto this story about a man with ALS — a struggle that makes my situation look like a walk in the park — who used technology and art to travel the world when he couldn’t physically do it himself anymore. This poem he wrote sums it up for me:
While you worked half a year before taking your next trip,
I sat in my wheelchair.
While you awoke to thoughts of a new place to experience,
I sat in my wheelchair.
While you were pulling out the map to find your next destination,
I sat in my wheelchair.
While you voyaged to a place so different from home and lost your angst of everyday life with the sensation of the new,
I sat in my wheelchair.
While you claimed your luggage,
I sat in my wheelchair.
While you bathed in the sublime of your completed trip,
I sat, each and every day, in my wheelchair.
When I receive your photos of my art on your journey,
I am overjoyed in my wheelchair.
Wow, right?
So, tonight I am grateful for many things.
I’m grateful for how much I can do.
I’m grateful that it seems like every time I’m about to start really feeling sorry for myself, something out there kicks me to remind me how truly lucky I am, and how very little I have to complain about.
I’m grateful for meeting new people who aren’t shy about who they are, esp. when who they are doesn’t totally suck.
I’m grateful for the randomness of life (and the internet) for handing me the answer to my questions about #5. ![]()


