Happiness

Happiness



Is it just a pursuit?

Or is it something that I can feel,

Can the fulfillment of material desire give me happiness?

Can the fulfillment of bodily desire give me happiness?

Can love give me happiness?

Can confusion give me happiness?

Can being high give me happiness?


Happiness

I have felt it time and again,

Every day after school when my mother would come

Holding her hands would make me happy.

Every time I would get good grades

I would be happy.

The first time I understood love

I was happy.

Not because someone loved me,

Because I loved the butterflies in my stomach.

I would be happy,

When after crying a whole month

My parents would give me a toy.

I was happy

When my friends loved the weird games

I made them play.


I was happy

When everybody would envy me

For being the beautiful teacher’s pet.

I was happy

When I would ride my bike

And go wherever I want.

I was happy

Whenever a girl would call me.

I was happy.



I would be happy

If I get that sports car.

And get bored of it very soon.

If I buy that cool piece of electronics

Of which I will not use half the functionality.

If that girl flirts with me,

And the next day she would be boring.

I discover something,

And the next month its redundant.







A few years from now

I would be happy

If I would have a million dollars in my bank.

And nowhere to spend it.

I would go to parties.

Talk to the beau monde and dislike it every moment.


Then

I would be happy if my kids are happy.

But then I realize,

Your kids don’t want your money but your love.

Ok I don’t give them money,

And they don’t love me anymore.

Your wife would be happy

But you are too busy for her.

Or she is too boring for you.

I think giving gifts

To my mistress would make her happy.

But she isn’t happy.



Then


I make foundations,

Give away my money

To charity

But that doesn’t make me happy.


But now what makes me happy?

Looking at my grandson

Sleeping in peace.

Watching him sleep makes me happy.



Some people are happy when they are confused.

Some people are happy when they are depressed.

Some people are happy when other people are not.

Some people are happy, to stay one day above the ground.

Some people are happy, because they are always happy.


Some times I ask my self

Does the definition of happiness change?

Or do you keep changing it – to be happy?

Is it getting something,

Or being with someone,

Or doing something,

Or being someone.


I guess its all of this.

Maybe less, maybe more.

But happiness is like Atlantis.

You see it only if you really want to see it.

Some people see Atlantis.

Some people stay in Atlantis.

Some people dream about Atlantis.

Some people long for Atlantis

But never get it,

Because they don’t understand

Its right there in front of our eyes.

You got to have eyes to see it !!!