What’s the difference between happiness and contentment? One of the most evident manifestations of happiness is when dad asks if I want to do the “G” word; until we are saddled up and moving, I absolutely lose my mind. At even the slightest hint of a “go”, Max and I will stand in quivering paroxysmal anticipation, never letting dad out of our sight until he opens the car door.
If you think that we consider for a micro second the mess we carry with us at all time, the hair, slobber, dirty hooves, etc, and the effect that this will have on the interior of the vehicle , I think you are missing the picture. I have the same negative impact on dad’s eardrums, with the sonic boom of my insistent “CHARK!!” rendering him deaf until the car or motorcycle starts moving.
Then it’s back and forth, side to side, as if something more miraculous will immediately appear in the west while my attention is diverted by events in the east, until I eventually collapse, only to repeat the cycle again and again until dad grows irritated and uses The Voice.
This is what happiness is all about; food, freedom, frolicking, flouncing, all reasons to celebrate with wild abandon; however, happiness may come and go.
Contentment, on the other hand, is often a way of life; my realization came early into my stay at the Casa when discovered that I could relax in the knowledge that my wandering days were over. Although my happiness can be frenetic and based on the moment, my contentment is usually peaceful and based on trust.
Don’t get me wrong; I still have those moments of anxiety, when I hear the motorcycle leave without me, or when dad won’t open the bathroom door, or when, heaven forbid, Max gets first shot at the cereal bowl, but overall, I’m a different girl than the scrawny, scabby skeleton that emerged from the crate.
What made the difference? Love, patience, nutrition, all these things make a difference, but one of the most important?
Time heals all wounds, but time is the one commodity that you have to give itself for it to be effective.
No matter how unpleasant a situation may be, keep soldiering on and one day it will come as a total surprise when you can look back and whatever the condition, it will be like it happened to someone else.
Just like my crate; just because it made me who I was then doesn’t mean that it defines who I am now.
Thus sayeth the Charles.