Her Happiness

Once upon a time, there was a girl who was very happy and bubbly nature who knew that it was only for a few days...

Somehow we have been brainwashed into believing that happiness is a surreal feeling that is attained only at the epitome of one's being. Causing us to not even notice the small things that make us Smile.

And even if we do smile, we mistake that feeling as being something other than happiness. Because we have been told that happiness is a destination and not a journey.

We have been conditioned into believing that happiness needs you to have attained a state of euphoria that cannot be dampened by anything, whatsoever; so as soon as our smile falters, just a little bit, our brain tells us that maybe, we weren't really happy.

Our brain tells us that this thing, that is causing us even a glimmer of pain and is not the epitome of our being and that we need to move on and leave behind that, which made us momentarily sad, even if it gave us a happiness we couldn't have ever described.

Why?

Because happiness is a destination. Once we reach happiness, nothing can come in between. Or so we have been made to believe.

What if we knew that happiness is not the end. There is also that, which makes us understand what we are missing. That pain, that silence, that darkness, that makes us understand what true happiness really is. And to know, that nothing lasts forever.

Each follows the other. So we could choose not to aim to be happy. Because if we did, we would always be disappointed.

Happiness wasn't meant to be achieved, but to be looked for, like in a game of hide and seek, when you reach through the curtain and catch your hiding friend and both of you fall in a heap of cloth, laughing.

That. That is happiness. And it's not never-ending. But it can always be lost and found, again and again. Isn't that what makes it worth the feeling?