Happiness means a range of different things to varying people. True happiness can’t be generated from a simple joke or a cheap laugh. True happiness comes from deep within the heart. For many, it means perfection. For me, it means love, trust, companionship. It means finding things to smile about even when the sky seems grey. It means having somebody to fall back on when the world seems to be against you. It means a batch of chewy choc-chip cookies. It means crying over a drama even when it’s too clichéd to be true. Happiness is finding the positives in life, not only when life is perfect, but also (and especially) when there are many things to be upset about. Happiness is as cherished and remembered as one’s first sweet love. If happiness could be frozen in time, it would be a picture of good friends together, laughing.
Life could be described as one of Phungie’s pictures, red heart-shaped balloons floating away in the blue sky. It’s beautiful, but ironic. With happiness, comes sorrow and tears. Or perhaps I should say; without sorrow, we could not feel happiness, or judge what it would be like. Without the tears, we cannot place the value of the single smile. Without the piercing pain in the heart when a loved one is gone, we could not feel the soaring of that same heart when your special someone just walks right through the door.
Life plays us for fools, but enjoy every moment, because it may never repeat itself.