I'm healthy, fit, strong – able to walk vast distances – something most people find unbelievable and freakish. Yet, I’ve developed the view that my good health is being maintained to enable me to complete my journey to Jerusalem in 2010 when I turn 67, and that my health would then start to decline, possibly rapidly. That’s scary.
I was pondering over happiness and realised that my mundane experience is largely retrospective. In other words, it is later with some distance from the event that I realise I was happy at the time. I recall a particular early morning with the sun rising over my right shoulder, the smell of fragrant wood fires, crossing a foreign land on foot, and feeling content and with total unconcern. All was well.