I have been asking myself what is real happiness and why do we want it so bad.
Is it our need to be contented and satisfied with what we possess and what we do in our daily lives? Or, is it that state when the meanings of sadness and its entourage of lonely synonyms vanish from our consciousness? Will attaining it, experiencing it and living it makes us finally happy?
From the movie Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal Lecter enigmatically commented in his macabre way of thinking what we probably do right now: we covet.
Yes, in search of happiness, most of the time we covet.
What? Material objects which are possessed by others more fortunate or, what else, happier than us. Ideal relationships we do not have. Or, anything in our definition that would make us happy.
Yet, it will not always be enough for us if we get it. There will always be the craving for more, and more, and more.
People will say that they’re happy in life. I don’t doubt their sentiment. But look closely, they continue their lives searching for real happiness.
What is it, really? Are we talking about the same thing here?
I am happy but I am not discouraged if tomorrow or any other day I will not attain total bliss. Perhaps, I have lower expectations, lesser needs, a different point of view of what real happiness is all about.
Believe it or not, to be alive could be considered pure happiness. 🙂