Tuesday, May 1, 2012

The road to happiness...


                It is so easy to get lost now- a- days. Which, given all the GPS devices located around us, you would think would be impossible. Turn right here, 100 yards to your destination, and shazzam! You’ve reached your destination. But what about getting lost in all the technology? How many times a day do you see, “the road to happiness is…”? In any one day, it seems, all a person needs to be happy is that fancy, new truck that drives itself, or the powder you put in food so you can eat everything you want and lose weight (as long as it’s not high in fat, sugar, and you start exercising, that is). What isn’t mentioned is the hundreds of dollars it cost to replace the high-technology car’s keys when your toddler flushes them down the toilet, or the brutal side effects of those little powder packets. All this complex, high-tech gadgetry that litters the road to happiness just seems to be piling up more and more like so much space-junk around our atmosphere. Eventually, it will start colliding with itself and we’ll be left standing with our handheld GPS that’s really a phone/book/HD tv wondering  if this is what “happy” really looks like.

                A road running through a flowery meadow, shaded by softly swaying weeping willows, decorated with a simple arbor of deep purple Morning Glories. Doesn’t that sound much nicer? If the sound of birds singing, the sight of fresh, morning dew on sweet, green grass, or a warm, apple pie is all it takes to make us smile, then why do we need so much more? No one cringes as the thought of the road to happiness littered with flower petals, pies, and sunshine. Butterflies tend not to get flushed down toilets by toddlers nor does a slice of watermelon make you sweat like its 100 degrees. Simplicity. It all boils down to simplicity.

                On your way to work tomorrow morning, stop by the Blue Egg Bakery, grab a dozen doughnuts, and take them into the office. Watch how this simple act lights up everyone’s day. Blue Egg pastries aren’t put through a process. There are no preservatives you can’t pronounce, no high-tech flash-freezing methodology, just simplicity. The pastries are made there, by hand, and sold there, by hand. It’s happiness.  Blue Egg loves happiness.