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Can We Ever Be Completely Happy?

Posted on 09.08.23 | Holly Robinson | 7 Comments

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I was driving through Boston recently when I stopped at a light. Next to me was a rust bucket of a car. The driver had long hair, a sleeve tattoo, and a sharp profile that said, “Don’t mess with me.”

Clearly a guy with a hard life and an even harder past.

Yet, in the backseat, I spotted two smiley-faced birthday balloons. One pink, one yellow. A little girl, maybe three or four, was strapped into a car seat and singing, her chubby legs kicking in rhythm.

Sorrow in the front seat. Joy in the back. Maybe that’s everyone’s story.

The next day, I went out to water my garden and marveled at a bright yellow goldfinch alighting in the tall white cosmos. My tomato plants were heavy with ruby-red fruit and the sunflowers were starting to open. Just seeing them made me smile.

When I finished watering, I went inside for breakfast and sat down to read the paper. There was one story about the fire sweeping through Maui and another about a 3-year-old child who died on the bus of migrants Gov. Abbott sent from Texas to Chicago under his Operation Lone Star initiative. I could smell the ashes and my face was wet with tears, imagining how it must have been, fleeing from your burning city. Or sitting with your dying child on a bus that’s taking you somewhere through a foreign land.

Our daughter in Israel called as I was washing the breakfast dishes. As we chatted, I made faces at her baby, a curly-haired redhead who loves to crawl after their cat. I laughed at her antics, but when we hung up, I thought (for the millionth time) about the ongoing conflict between the Israelis and the Palestinians and felt a gut-wrenching sorrow. I wondered, too, if our daughter had seen the story in the paper about men blocking women from getting on buses because they thought women should ride in the back—or stay home.

Maybe it’s a mistake to read the paper.

Or maybe it’s impossible to ever be completely happy.

My joy is always colored by sorrow. But the opposite is true, too.

During the pandemic, I grieved for loved ones lost and felt sorrow for my children having to upend their newly independent lives and come home from school and jobs to shelter with us. But I was joyful, too, because my adult children were gathered under my roof for months of board games and TV and communal dinners. It was a life that felt suspended out of time. A gift.

More recently, running on the beach with my dogs, I felt such a lightness of spirit that I laughed as I ran, but the next moment I had these dire thoughts: One day, these particular dogs won’t be with me. And one day I will no longer be able to run.

I had to remind myself that on this day I could run with my dogs, and that was all that mattered.

In his poem, “On Joy and Sorrow,” Kahil Gibran writes, “Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.”

It is this, I think, that makes us uniquely human, this ability to laugh one minute and cry the next, to embrace joy even while we feel it slip away between our fingers. Recognizing the possibility of holding joy and sorrow together allows us to feel compassion not only for ourselves, but for everyone around us, and that is life’s greatest gift of all.

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Categories: Uncategorized Tags: creativity, family, gardening, Israel, joy, life, Maui fire, migrants, Operation Lone Star, Palestine, pandemic, sorrow, spirituality

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Holly Robinson is a novelist, journalist and celebrity ghost writer. She and her husband have five children and a stubborn Pekingese. They currently divide their time between Massachusetts and Prince Edward Island, and are crazy enough to be fixing up old houses one shingle at a time in both places.

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  1. Maryellen Shaw says

    September 8, 2023 at 1:41 pm

    Such a heartwarming blog. I know the joy of speaking with your kids who live away while in your heart you secretly worry…but you are so right. It truly is a gift to be able to hold joy and sorrow together. It is an even a greater gift to be able to grow past the sorrow to feel the joy…like the hard-looking man in the car with the vision of innocence in the back seat. I am so glad you wrote about this. Often people believe the sorrow they feel is unhealthy and won’t admit to it, stuffing it deep down. The truth is, that it is part of the process. A cycle of emotions we must pass through to see the simplicity of pure joy. What is that saying? “If you didn’t have the shadows, you could not see the light.”

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  2. Susan Soule Shulins says

    September 8, 2023 at 9:39 pm

    As usual, you are “right on the nose,” Holly. How this resonates with me. ❤️

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    • Holly Robinson says

      October 23, 2023 at 11:00 am

      I’m so glad, Susan. I hope you’re doing well!

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  3. Sarah Emsley says

    September 9, 2023 at 6:55 am

    A beautiful post. Thank you.

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    • Holly Robinson says

      October 23, 2023 at 10:56 am

      Thank you, Sarah. I really appreciate your comment.

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  4. Barbara Schneider says

    September 11, 2023 at 10:48 pm

    Such a moving post that made me think and feel about many things. Thank you!

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    • Holly Robinson says

      October 23, 2023 at 10:56 am

      Thank you so much, Barbara. That means a lot!

      Reply

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