Sometimes you are happy. Sometimes you are not. What can it possibly be that makes you feel unhappy when you are one who is meant for happiness? I made you so.
Must life buffet you up in order to make you feel happy? Why do you need outward events to boost you? And why do happenings or words let you down and turn rightful joy into unhappiness. Why does one cast of life cancel the other? In one moment, your life turns happy. In another, it becomes unhappy. You seem to think there is nothing you can do about unhappiness except to wait for something in your life to change so you can once again tell yourself you are happy.
Certain conditions tend to make you happy. But not always. Sometimes it's hard for you to feel happy no matter what. And sometimes, when you are happy, nothing can obstruct your happiness.
If you are totally at the mercy of outward events, where are you? You are meant for more than to be a paddle ball. My Will for you is greater.
I will tell you something. The events in life of themselves are not as relevant to you as you think they are. They go on around you. They may bombard you or dodge you, uplift or sadden, but they are not essential to you. You are something else. You are far more than your moods one way or another.
I have said before that happiness is a decision you make. Unhappiness also is. You are the one who decides you need cheering up. What have you let uncheer you? And why? What purpose does happiness or unhappiness serve in your life? Are you in servitude to them?
Happiness and unhappiness may be a gauge but not really a gauge of what occurs. Despite what you think, they are a gauge of your willingness to engage in life. You may have been waiting for something to occur or to leave. Waiting is not engaging.
Have you convinced yourself that you are dependent upon something you don't yet have for your happiness? In that case, what does your happiness depend on? Must it?
Do you balk at life, convinced that an occurrence is your undoing. An occurrence may be the end of something, but it is not the end of you. You are immortal. Do you, perhaps, sacrifice your immortality for the sake of mortality?
Your immortal self knows a constancy that doesn't boil and doesn't freeze. It is beyond temperature. It is certainly beyond moods.
Have you perhaps accepted the premise that life is, not only predisposed to strain and struggle, but that they are the mainstay of it? Have you not believed that happiness must be fought for and then held for as long as you can? Have you believed that life owes you something it has not yet given you?
Strain, struggle, and unhappiness seem to be the scourge of Human life on earth. But they are not your inheritance. Of course, We know that you weather the storms, but must you always be at the mercy of them?
Please do not think that I accuse you of unhappiness. It is just that I would like to wipe away your tears. We both know that the sun comes out. I would like you to feel in your heart the truth that the sun always reigns. Rain or shine, the sun is shining, and soon enough you will step into its rays. The sun waits for you.