Then I'll be Happy #3

Hello, welcome back to Bridgene's Jackanory time, and this is Bridgene from Immeasurable Minds, and this is the second story that I have recorded from Who Ordered This Truckload of Dung? by the wonderful, amazing Ajaan Brahm. The first story I recorded last night was called Drinking Tea When There's No Way Out, And I've had such wonderful feedback. I really appreciate everyone who's got in touch with me. I've literally randomly had messages from all over the world, so I'm really grateful. If I can even help one person, then that's why I'm doing this. So I don't know if you're going to love all the stories. Some of them are a bit different. Some of them are a bit controversial, but you know, just sit back and enjoy. Please let me know what you think. The message of this story tonight is called Then I'll Be Happy, and it's really teaching us what we already know, that we have to stop wishing for happiness in the future, that we know how to be happy right now with what we have. So that's basically the moral, but I'll let Ajaan tell the story because he's really good at it. Thank you. Okay. When we have no happiness inside us, we have no happiness to give to others. So why do so many of us give such a low priority to happiness, postponing it to the very end or even after the very end, as the following story will show? When I was 14 years old, I was studying for my O Level examinations in a high school in London. My parents and teachers advised me to stop playing soccer in the evenings and weekends, to stay at home instead, giving the time to my homework. They explained how important the O Level exams were and that if I did well, then I'd be happy. I followed their advice and did very well on the exams, but it didn't make me that happy because my success meant that now I must study even harder for another 2 years for the A-level exams. My parents and teachers advised me to stop going out in the evenings and weekends, to stop chasing girls now rather than chasing a soccer ball, and to stay at home instead And study. They told me how important the A-level exams were and that if I did well, then I'd be happy. Once again, I followed their advice and did very well. Once again, it didn't make me happy because now I had to study hardest of all for 3 more long years for a degree at a university. My mother and teachers— my father was now dead— advised me to steer clear of the bars and parties in college, but instead to work long and hard at my studies. They told me how important a university degree was and that if I did well, then I'd be happy. At this point, I started to become suspicious. I saw some of my older friends who had worked very hard and got their degree, Now they're working even harder in their first job. They were working extremely hard to save up enough money to buy something important, say a car. They told me, when I have enough money to buy a car, then I'll be happy. When they had enough funds and had bought their first car, they still weren't happy. Now they were working hard to buy something else, and then they'd be happy. Or they were struggling in the turmoil of romance, looking for a partner in life. They told me, when I get married and settle down, then I'll be happy. Once married, some weren't happy. They had to work even harder, even taking extra jobs, to save up enough money for a deposit on an apartment or even a small house. They told me, when we have bought our own house, then we'll be happy. Unfortunately, paying off the monthly installment for the house loan meant they still weren't very happy. Moreover, they would now start a family. They would have children to wake them up at night, swallow up all their spare money, and increase their worries in quantum leaps and bounds. Now it would be another 20 years before they could do what they wanted. So they told me, when the kids are growing up, have left home and settled, then we'll be happy. By the time the kids had left home, most of the parents were staring at retirement, so they continued to postpone their happiness, working hard to save for their old age. They told me, when I retire, then I'll be happy. Even before they retired, and certainly after, they started becoming religious and going to church. Have you ever noticed how many old people occupy the pews in a church? I asked them why they were now going to church. They told me, because when I die, then I'll be happy. For those who believe that when I get this, then I'll be happy, their happiness will just be a dream in the future. It will be like a rainbow, one or two steps ahead, but forever just out of reach. They will never in their life