Last night I went climbing with friends, in typical climbing style, we tried route after route. Some giving each of us more difficulty to complete than others. I kept trying one route with sharp crystals and a big balancey span. My foot would slip as I tried to go for a sharp pinch and I would fall on the crash pads. Disappointed, but still determined. When I finally did the route, one of my climbing partners said, "that should make you happy." I replied, "I am happy, I never have to climb that again." We all laughed. In truth, I was happy. Not because of my pointless success. I was happy because someone supported my meaningless project, saw my desire and my hope. Someone was as happy for me as I was. I And likewise, when he sent, I wanted for him what he wanted. We were connected in a common goal, even though it meant nothing.
Happiness is not getting what we want. It is having someone to share it with.