How do you measure happiness? Is it by telling friends and family that you are having a good day? Is it by posting a smiley face as your Facebook status? Is it by actually wearing a smile on your face? Is happiness only acknowledged when others are made aware of it? Or can you just be happy and no one else has to know? I know there are times when I find myself smiling while I am walking outside or driving in the car or laying in bed, and only I know about this smile. Maybe when we are happy, we just naturally want others to know. We want to share our happiness.
However, can happiness be quantified? Can we say that we are happy at one time, but happier at another? And do both these emotions count as happiness, or should we split them up into various terms that describe degrees of happiness? And why must it be so complicated? Can’t we just say we are happy and be done with it?
I once read a book where it was this guy’s job to calculate the likelihood of happiness. He has this whole equation and would plug a bunch of stuff into it. And as I read this, I couldn’t help thinking what a bunch of crap it sounded like. Can happiness really be as simple as plugging x and y into an equation? Can we create our own happiness by following such a guideline?
I think part of what makes happiness so exciting and thrilling is that it isn’t always expected. Actually, I feel like most people, who have been prone to the difficulties of reality, expect for life to be rough and for happiness to only be rare. For most people, those smiles are welcomed because they are not worn often enough.
It is funny because I often say that all I want is to be happy. It sounds kind of immature now that I think about it. It is almost foolish. At the same time, it is optimistic and I can’t help but still long for it. I think happiness is attainable. It never stays forever – moments of sadness are bound to penetrate – but, I think if someone works hard for it, happiness can, and will, come.
When I think of happiness, I imagine the rays of the sun beaming in between clouds. That is kind of how it feels. There is all this crap clouding our lives most of the time. But then, every once in a while, we have that moment where the light shines through, and things are clear and bright and good.
There is that song from Rent about how to measure the life in a year. And it makes me wonder how to measure happiness in a year. Is it birthday parties and days off, Saturday mornings in bed, a hot bath after a long day? Is happiness being with friends, seeing a movie, getting caught up in a good book? Is there any way to define it and pinpoint it? Or is happiness bound to be different for everyone?
We can usually recognize happiness. There is a difference between a real smile and a fake one. The forced one hurts. The real one is effortless. There is a difference between going through the motions and having a bounce in your gait. We can see it in others. We can see it in ourselves. We will gravitate towards those who have the happiness. Maybe we hope that by being by them, we, too, will become happier.
I am not writing this because I am unhappy. On the contrary, I love my life and I love who I am. I am happy, overall. Yes, I will have my moments where I break down or have a bad day. It reminds me of Daniel Powter’s one-hit wonder: “Bad Day.” But, my sadness rarely persists. For that, I am thankful, because I know people who struggle with the sadness every day. And I can only imagine the loneliness they feel, the darkness they experience, the helplessness that weighs them down.
Right now I am sipping coffee and I can feel my heart racing as I gulp it down quick. I am late for a meeting, and yet I feel the urge to finish this writing while I am in the mood. So, I say goodbye and I smile, because I can, because I want to, because I like to. And I hope that those who read this, smile, too. Because I like smiles. They make me happy.