"I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being." - Hafiz
I have been in pursuit of happiness for a long time now. To me, happiness means a certain light, carefree feeling inside when everything seems to be going well. I have experienced this feeling at different points in life but it did not stay for very long. I wanted to somehow capture it and make it stay. What I did not realize was that this feeling would stay only if it actually came from inside. In my case, it always depended on some external factors or other people… someone being nice to me, talking to intelligent and interesting people, visiting relatives, travelling, doing well at work or studies, receiving an email from a crush and so on.
Agreed that the external environment is important but often one becomes too dependent on it for happiness. We want something really exciting to stimulate that feeling. And when the excitement is over, the feeling goes away.
I used to think that I appreciate small things in life. But that was not the case. I was foolishly optimistic, believing that things would always turn out the way I wanted them to just because I had already had my share of pain and tragedy.
I looked for perfection in every experience. A day had to be perfect in order for me to classify it as a “happy” day. Otherwise I discounted it as not being completely happy.
I looked for perfection in every experience. A day had to be perfect in order for me to classify it as a “happy” day. Otherwise I discounted it as not being completely happy.
Barring any extreme circumstances or tragedies in life, it is possible to be happy even when everything is not perfect, which mostly it isn't. What is inside, reflects outwards. On days when I don’t feel in harmony with myself, the world around me looks bad, awful, suffocating… when I feel okay, things don’t look so bad.