What is happiness?
I wake up everyday with this question in mind. No. Of course I do not ask it directly. I do not tell myself in front of the mirror "hey dude, what is happiness?" Nor do I wake up and suddenly chant this as a mantra.
What is happiness?
When I go to school and see a pile of books waiting for me, I get the urge to skip classes; because I think that is happiness. When I see news of rape and murder on television, I pray for society to finally have a balance on things; because I think that is happiness. When I go anywhere and get stuck in a daze, with my mind floating in the vast expanse which I have created, I believe that my mind looks for happiness during that interval.
What is happiness?
Some people die without having found it. I certainly have never found it. I keep on looking for it just like everyone else. As if a piece of my being is lost and it is only happiness which could complete it. Then I met something.
I have met infinity. I have met a being which made my heart beat in a strange rythm. I have met an answer to all the questions which I have been scared to even ask.
I have met bravery.
I have met maturity.
I have met faith.
I have met intellect.
I have met hard work.
For the first time I did not experience something as a search for happiness. I did not feel as if I am still wandering aimlessly through the unknown. I have found a destination and maybe...just maybe...
Maybe happiness is not a place. Maybe it is not always an object.
Maybe happiness can be two beautiful eyes, a short black hair, and a calm tender voice and a heartbeat.
Maybe happiness doesn't need to be a place.
Maybe it is the person which makes going to a place happy.
Maybe those moments when you can smile truthfully to yourself is enough; holding another hand that feels as if it naturally fits with yours.
Maybe this is happiness. Maybe this is enough.
As you stare into her eyes, see a depth you've never found in anyone before...maybe...just maybe...you are lucky enough to have found happiness.
© Mark Malonzo