Different people find happiness in different things. The way people look at happiness too differ. Over the ages, different people have cited different definitions of happiness. The way it has been defined too differs from person to person. For example a Chinese proverb takes happiness like this:
If you want happiness for an hour, take a nap.
If you want happiness for a day, go fishing.
If you want happiness for a year, inherit a fortune.
If you want happiness for a lifetime,
Help someone else.
Woody Allen, Hollywood film maker and writers writes : “To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.”
Happiness for me is different. My dad finds happiness in my success. Mom is happy when I eat as much as she says. When I gift my little sister, she feels happy. People run after money to explore happiness, they search happiness in physical world. But for me, happiness is in the roads of Ghantaghar where I walk daily.
Happiness in true sense is in the chocolate-the chocolate I gave to Kale which provided him with the whole happiness of the world. Kale, a helpless orphan on the roadside, finds happiness in the busy roads. He tries to convert the shivering cold into the warm night. His eyes are dirty physically but full of positive expectations. He expects happiness from the people, the mean people. The sound of dollars that strikes this bowls sometimes is the source of smile- unconvincing smile. The ring of the clock every hour is the fun of his life.
Kale compels me to think are people really happy? Are our hurry, our ambitions real happiness? At the end of the day people even after wasting time and energy are full of tensions, worries. They are bounded with competitions and anger, still running towards happiness. Kale is happiest of all. And his every little smile makes me happy. All I can do is giving him a chocolate. And doing this is not enough, I know. I have no capacity to afford stuffs he needs.
But there are hundreds of people who can. They have become rich on Kale’s name. They have stored lots of dollars, still running to fill. Perhaps, doing something for Kale and his friend will provide them real happiness. They should not run after happiness; rather happiness will find their way. But when will they realize the meaning of real happiness?
March 06, 2012