The pursuit of happiness, or rather the inquiry of happiness

What does it mean to be Happy? I am pretty sure most people have thought about this at least once in their life. Such a simple question, however, probably one of the hardest to answer. You are probably thinking this is a pretty heavy topic to be tackling for only my second blog entry. Well yes, yes it is. Which is why I am not going to tackle it, I’m just going to lightly pat it on the back.

The reason I am suddenly bringing this topic up is because it has been particularly bugging me. I am generally a very positive person and always have a very much “glass half full” mentality. However, this once sturdy mindset of mine has started to take a few punches. Up until now I have simply been trying to block and avoid these “punches”, which recently hasn’t being working as well as I would like it to. Ultimately, I have been forced to come to the realization that if I am constantly having to protect this ideal that I am always happy and positive, then am I really that happy? Don’t get me wrong I still feel happy now, but perhaps I am not as happy as I thought I was.

Regardless of this, how can I or anyone for that matter really tell if they are happy? What is considered happiness to one person could be completely different to someone else. Heck, for all I know my perception of happiness could be very similar to that of a frog’s. In that sense, from a frog’s point of view I could potentially appear quite happy. However, to someone who basses happiness on financial stability,  I probably don’t seem that happy in comparison. In the end of the day, all that really matters thou is how you perceive happiness. But of-course, if I truly grasped my own perception of happiness then I wouldn’t be writing this blog entry.

My recipe for happiness has merely been to always be positive. In all honesty I feel like this is a fairly decent strategy just as long as you don’t encounter any cups which are undoubtedly less than half full.  Recently, I have encountered my fair share of half empty cups and no mater how hard I have tried to pour two cups into one, they have just ended up overflowing leaving me trying to clean up the mess. The problem I am now facing is that I am not properly equipped with the tools to clean up this mess. No mops, no towels, just my bare hands. I don’t know about you but I would prefer not to get my hands wet. Which leaves me to my second problem, I don’t want to face the mess. Even now I am secretly hoping that someone will come along and clean it up for me or at least put down a wet floor sign so I can avoid it. Obviously, I know my problems wont simply go away that easily, but it sure makes it easier to think that way. I have never had to face this mess before. The unknown is scary and I don’t like scary. But, as my favourite saying goes “nothing ventured, nothing gained”. So it looks like I have no choice but to temporally make friends with the unknown. You never know, it might just be able to tell me the meaning of happiness.

The funny thing about all of this is that by coming to grips with the reality that I might not be as happy as I thought I was, I actually feel slightly happier, or at least I perceive my self as being slightly happier. In my opinion, that’s all that really matters in the end. Now please excuse me while I go buy myself a new mop and perhaps a towel or two.

Thanks for reading.

 

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