Hardly PhD level insight.
However, this evening I had the “joy” of fixing a toilet and while doing so I pondered the meaning of “joy.”
There is NO joy in repairing a toilet.
I’m sure there are some among us who would invoke “a sense of pride in a job well done” or some such bullshit. Perhaps. But that is not “joy.”
No, the closest I can come to feeling good at all about twenty minutes spent on repairing a toilet is that we can be truly miserable if the toilet remains broken.
So, in repairing the toilet, we avoid those hours, days, and (the way my schedule looks right now) the potential for weeks of dealing with the inconvenience and mess and misery of a broken toilet.
But – joy should be more than simply the absence of misery.
We need working toilets in our lives. And tonight, at least in Casa Willett, we have them.
We also need some joy in our lives. The more, the better! That, unfortunately, might be a bit more rare and elusive.
I hope you’re being more successful in that pursuit.