Although the purpose of life is almost inexplicable, it’s impetus, by and large, is quite predictable. No matter what we, the hapless human accomplish under the sun, our endeavors are always inclined towards the incongruous hunt for happiness and thus to be unhappy.
Happiness, like every beautiful thing in this planet, is ambiguous. Though the right to pursue happiness undoubtedly an inalienable right that every human possess, no single facet of it can be exactly applicable to all beings. For a toddler, the source of happiness might be his toys and dollies, a young Romeo senses ecstasy in the belongings of his beloved ones: and an old chap might in religious acts. The paradoxical aspect of happiness is that it is always relative-one person’s happiness doesn’t necessarily make another person happy .The Switch foot's famous track in the street would please him and his band members but not other listeners: a smoker’s cigarette becomes a curse for the non-smokers or a contended leader’s political so called Bhasan is only directed to irritate the listeners.
Happiness, however, can only be construed not possessed, for the sick, it could be health: money for the poor: children for the infertile: job for an unemployed: sleep for the insomniacs; freedom for the suppressed: and for writers, the thrill of creativity itself. As evident in today’s hustling world, the herbs of human are, knowingly or naively, pursuing happiness with their own technique, tenacity and temperament. Acquiring money has become the only implicit goal of life. Blinded by the glitter of gold, people are sucked into the thinking of acquiring money by whatever means within reach, legal or otherwise. Even happiness is fallaciously attributed to be affluence.
The street kids, whom I often talk to make me realize that the greatest things in life come in small packages. The piles of plastics, making them difficult even to trudge upon, never dishearten them. The cream of doughnut passed all over the tip of their tinkling noses, the way they leap confronting gravity, the way they smile showing their flavescent teeth-all resemble happiness, in it’s truest form. Sometimes, I wonder who actually brought those celestial children here; their anonymous parents of the dubious God himself! “How bitter a thing it is to look happiness through another man’s eyes”, it was said somewhere but I disagree coz’ I do believe “Happiness is contagious”.
I always have a simple conjecture about happiness; it is to relish anything, anyhow, anytime. Happiness, I have discovered, is not about having but being. The existence itself is a reason to celebrate. So why hunt for Happiness???