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If you need a lot more joy in your life, come and live here. When I am happy, I enjoy it at most when I find the presence of mind to back away from wherever I am and whatever I am doing at that moment, and be able to just enjoy it. It exists and I am lucky to be a part of it. I cannot articulate the practice of joy better than R. S. Thomas ("The Bright Field").I have seen the sun break throughto illuminate a small fieldfor a while, and gone my wayand forgotten it.
I think because when even the most mundane activities, like grocery shopping or using the bathroom, become tasks which necessitate engaging your mind, i.e. they can't be done unthinkingly, you are drawn outside of yourself. I find myself delighted constantly, just walking down a street, hearing unfamiliar birdsong or seeing a bit of vegetation I don't recognize. I guess joy, to me, comes from new sensory experiences that draw me outward. The challenge is, once home, to recapture that feeling. As a 63 year old grandfather, I can honestly tell  you that real joy is when your 4 year old grandson wants to see you and tells you they love you. The pure innocence in their expression and genuine vintage bag melbourne happiness in their laughter at any silliness you do is beyond anything material.

I stepped outside to get away from all the talking and sadness and went to shovel snow. As I am shoveling the snow an elderly man stopped and asked me where is Giuseppe- what happened to him? He said you must be his son, Albano, the teacher. I asked this gentleman how do you know me? He told me how my dad always spoke of me and my accomplishments and students would stop him to ask about me his son the teacher. That’s where Joy found me.This occurred over 20 years ago, I have never come across that gentleman again.Joy found me.
I found myself drawn into a kind of stillness, an acceptance. I moved to greener lands, I sat with the silence, I read, I meditated. Slowly, I began to understand that joy is not the golden coin we’re all seeking. Life is not so simple, not so monochrome.

I often spend many hours in my room, living in those places. And these memories are not particularly anything specific. They are not the memories of a particular person or a place.
Every smile from them is the greatest victory for me. Joy happens but cannot be sought out. Like you, perhaps, I am a lucky enough fellow, but still, joy seems out of reach some days.
And they also help us to understand that loss is a natural part of life, and that there is nobody or nothing in particular to blame for loss, and that the way to get through these difficult times is to rage, and to mourn, and to accept, and to embrace life. Constantly during these past years we have been ground down by loss, and forgotten what joy is. The day begins with the remembering of tragedy, the first thought on waking is of our son, the final thought before sleep, and many days he fills the seconds and minutes and hours in between too. Except when we are distracted by the necessities of survival. Which sometimes offers glimpses of how he was before, and which gives hope, yes, but scrapes at the scar tissues and reopens the emotional wounds. It will be a life's journey, for him, for us.But.

I just need to remember to look up. It is a shame that sometimes simple joys escape you, it is unfortunately an inevitable part of the human condition. In my experience the true feeling of joy is in the 'normal,' the 'everyday,' or as I like to put it myself, 'the joy of the mundane.'It is both easy and difficult to find joy  in the mundane, which is why I personally find it so rewarding. It could even just be sitting down, taking stock, just letting your mind wander without purpose or reason.There is joy in all these moments and more.
I can only imagine how this is magnified when that pain is personal. The secret is to look for it and embrace it. My mind is clear, my whole focus on threading the ball through the invisible needle of the ideal trajectory, astounding me when it actually comes off ! Nietzsche spoke of ‘purposeless purposiveness’, the idea that the pursuit of prowess and fleetingly its achievement had intrinsic or even higher value, if it brought about no goal of any particular objective importance. Indeed for the aristocracy (by which I don’t think he means the landed gentry), the less purposeful the goal the better, as its pursuit was more noble in spirit. This I think is the origin of the notion of rock star aristocracy (of which Nick you are without doubt a member), given how intangible and in many ways simply pointless writing and performing songs actually is.

A tip of the hat for this splendid question. But first, this word “Joy,” it needs a definition. The new album from your favorite artist. It’s not something that just comes upon you like nice weather. I find that Joy is usually waiting there in the dark.
I’m not sure when i felt joy again after all of this. I  remember reading that you & Suzi CHOSE happiness after your son died. That it was a metaphorical middle finger to the world, to your circumstance- to not wallow as a sad figure for forever.

For me, a notable experiential quality of joy is spontaneity. So my instinct is to not try and make joy happen, but rather be present with it when it comes. And yet as I ponder on joy, I realise that there are many layers of preparation that have enabled me to experience joy when it bursts and trickles through me.
Joy is the eternal dance partner of Gratitude. The dance begins with cognisance. Gratitude leads with its strength, and Joy follows with its exuberance. It is the simplest of dances but sometimes we get overwhelmed by life and in sorrow we forget the steps. But it will always be there for the taking. Gratitude will lead and Joy will follow.
It may take some time, but it always returns. I feel joyous when I think of the worst day of my life and thank the stars for the experience, perspective and distance of time. Maybe you find this answer funny or even naive, but we, me and my friends, find joy in listening to your songs.