This afternoon I picked up three tickets for the London Lightning basketball game next Thursday at Budweiser Gardens. The woman at the box office found me some good seats.
The three of us had the opportunity to get better seats than I’ve ever had in my life – probably first row courtside. Some player leaping for a loose ball would likely have ended up in my lap! To secure these gems, all it would have taken was a request to a powerful person that one of us knows. We decided not to do that.
Would I have accepted front row if the gentleman in question had given it to us with no prompting on our part? Yes. But the idea of asking for what hasn’t been freely offered makes my stomach turn.
For me, happiness doesn’t come from the accumulation of pleasant experiences, even though I love pleasant experiences. Happiness shows up when I know I’ve shown integrity, and when I’m present as I enjoy the people who show up in my life. I’ve discovered that happiness can even be there during times of sadness, as contradictory as that sounds. When I touch something immense, no matter what the surface emotion, something sweet bubbles up. It’s a vastness. Holy. And infinitely more rewarding than pushing to get courtside seats.
Next Thursday, we’ll be many rows from the action, and yet we’ll feel the ebb and flow of the game. We’ll come out of our seats at a slam dunk and groan over a missed layup. We’ll have a great time with each other. And that’s certainly enough to put a smile on my face.