If you lived here (right, from a Sculpture Park in Japan) would you be happier? Calmer?
Where would you be? Swinging on a ball, climbing the walls, running for the door...
We are where we are. We worry when we worry; about what seems to be almost incidental, we start by being in a worried state than find something to hook it onto - the end of the world as we know it or the bus being late, it starts with the worrying not with the worry.
And the same seems to be true of joy. It catches us unawares; a crisp packet in the sun, a smile from a stranger, a loving memory. And we can feel disappointingly joy-free in The Big Moments, the ones that would be the high points in the film of our lives.
So if our worry or our joy seems to be independent of the worrying or joyful things we experience then isn't that wonderful? We are free to just be, to enjoy the joy whenever it happens upon us and to let the worry be, then go, when anxiety threatens to fill our heads.
Now I'm going for a big swing on one of those balls...