I do not know what is happiness Essay
I do not know what is happiness. Good fortune? Prosperity? A state of well-being and contentment? Joy? A pleasurable or satisfying experience? Felicity? Happiness is smile of God, something quite specific, namely completeness itself, timeless existence. This phenomenon knows no time, no history, no before, no after. But for me word “happiness”has been associated with everything I have felt since childhood upon hearing the sound of the word itself. May be it’s wrong because it seems that the experience of happiness requires an independence from time, and from fear and from hope, but I feel that I am loosing my capacity to be happy with age. These happy times of childhood were more dazzling and variegated, more festively dressed and more colorfully illuminated.Happiness had only been experienced in childhood. Childhood is the very place to visit for learning at last what are we have been created for.
My memory kept happy weeks and days of Christmas, birthdays, summer vacations. When I was ten, I awoke one morning with an unusually sweet and profound feeling of joy and well-being, which shone through me like an inner sun. It was as if something new and wonderful had occurred right at this moment of awakening from a good sleep. I knew nothing of yesterday or of tomorrow, I was immersed in a wondrous today, and I gently bathed in it.
It felt good, and was savored by my mind and my senses without curiosity and without explanation; it permeated me, and tasted magnificent. It was morning. Through the window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy. There was nothing more to be seen of the world from my bed, only this beautiful sky and this long strip of roof on the neighbor’s house; but even this roof, this boring and dismal roof made of dark reddish-brown tiles, seemed to be laughing. This happiness consisted of nothing else but the harmony of the few things around me with my own existence, a feeling of contentment and well-being that needed no changes and no intensification.And as I finally woke up completely, sat up in bed and threw the covers back, the sound had already acquired two voices, many voices: It was the town band marching along the streets, making them reverberate with their playing; an extremely rare and exciting occurrence, blaring out with merriment, making my childish heart both laugh and sob at the same time.
It was as if all of the happiness, all of the magic of this blissful hour had flowed together into these stirring, bittersweet tones and flowed away, becoming temporal and transitory once more.Ask me about next moment. I don’t remember it. But that was as happy a day as I have ever had. Ask me “Where is you childhood?” I answer “It’s gone”. So, where is that happiness of childhood? I have locked away my ensnared authentic self in a dark closet. The key to that closet is in myown pocket. I use the key, undo the knot and free myself.
I do not know what happiness is but I understood that happiness, much like many other emotions we have, is only FEELING. It doesn’t really matter what you have or what you don’t have. The feeling’s intangible, non-materialistic. You could have everything in the world but it doesn’t necessarily mean that you’ll be happy though. It made me think about what things made me happy and things I love. I love to help people, I don’t know, it’s something about the relief and happiness is just such a great feeling. I love to be nice and I really love to make people laugh. It always makes me feel a lot happier when I talk to someone that I know wants to talk to me and actually enjoys my company and looks forward to hearing from me.
That kind of feeling can make anyone feel so…special, in some way or another. In these moment I feel that I am child who awoke in the beatiful morning in the little peaceful town…