My friend asked if I was happy and I couldn’t answer.
I said I was calm. I said I felt like the sea on a hot afternoon – normal tides, no waves of excitement.
I’ve felt this way for a bit. As though I needed something in particular to make me happy.
But there in lies the problem.
I’m good. Life is good. It does look like I’ve moved up the happiness ladder to a point where everything is good for me so what would have made me happy is now normal – there’s so much tranquility. Halcyon, but in the present this time.
And it’s gotten me thinking. If I need sparks to be happy; does this mean I can never really attain happiness? What does it mean to be happy?
I travelled with friends and stayed with extended family for a few weeks in the past month. It was fun. Had really really exciting days, things were surreal, and I just had the best time. In that period, I had a lot of moments where I had highs. Where I felt happy.
Now I’m back to normal. The quiet sea; occasional sounds of the wind, but no waves. These moments are not exciting but they are content. I am content.
The dictionary defines happiness as showing pleasure or contentment. And defines contentment as a state of happiness or satisfaction.
I’m content, I’m satisfied, hence I’m happy.
The society has redefined happiness as being ecstatic/excited, and has caused me to think I wasn’t happy.
I’m still finding it difficult to say and agree that I’m happy but I’ll type it here regardless.
I AM HAPPY… even when I don’t believe it in this moment. Life is good.
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