I feel happy. It's fun, it's light, like a feather floating at the beginning of Forrest Gump.

But, like the feather, it's not grounded. It can flitter and float away.

Value is also ephemeral. We know it when we see it. We feel it, somewhere deep inside. Something connects to us, saying "yes, this is worth it."

The "it" that it's worth is energy.

Energy in the form of time, attention, money.

The things of which our possession is limited.

There's a reason why all the great traditions point to "contentment" rather than "happiness" as the goal.

I turn my own attention inward, digging deeper and deeper to understand, no, to feel the frequency and hear the melody of my soul.

It's there, in the silence, the stillness, the absence of "happiness" distractions.

Sensing it, opening up the channel...then I allow for the energy of value to connect, empower, and fill the tank of contentment.

I feel happy. It's fun, it's light, like a feather floating at the beginning of Forrest Gump.

But, like the feather, it's not grounded. It can flitter and float away.

Value is also ephemeral. We know it when we see it. We feel it, somewhere deep inside. Something connects to us, saying "yes, this is worth it."

The "it" that it's worth is energy.

Energy in the form of time, attention, money.

The things of which our possession is limited.

There's a reason why all the great traditions point to "contentment" rather than "happiness" as the goal.

I turn my own attention inward, digging deeper and deeper to understand, no, to feel the frequency and hear the melody of my soul.

It's there, in the silence, the stillness, the absence of "happiness" distractions.

Sensing it, opening up the channel...then I allow for the energy of value to connect, empower, and fill the tank of contentment.