Happiness,

What is needed?

How do you define it?

Is it having tons and tons of money?

Is it that little skip in your feet and the lightness in your heart?

Is it knowing that your eyes are open and feeling your heart beat while you know that you have today?

What makes you happy?

If you live in a tribe, away from all urbanization, and hunt for your meals, are you poor? Would you need money if you didn’t know shops existed? If you knew what money could bring and the world outside your own would you be less happy than not knowing all of these? If you didn’t have a television and didn’t know it existed, would you be less happy?

What kills happiness?

Is it wanting what we can’t have?

Hankering after the newest phone, fastest computer, coolest music player, priciest bag, prettiest clothing, or snazziest car?

Does it matter if you have all of those?

Does it make you happier? A newer phone will appear, and so will a faster computer, cooler music player, pricier bag, prettier piece of clothing and snazzier car. Will that make you forget why you were happy in getting whatever you wanted before and kill the happiness that lit before?

Getting what you desire makes you happy. Wanting more than what you get kills it.

What if you knew nothing about all the desires? Will you be less happy?

What if you knew nothing about the material stuff but know that running around a field on a sunny day, laying on a beach, standing right on top of a hill, having people who cares around you, feeling alive and knowing the people you love are okay are things that you want? Will obtaining them and wanting more of it and kill the happiness?

Why are we jealous and hanker over things we can’t have when it makes us feel horrible in the end anyway? Have we forgotten the happiness from material lasts only before we get bored of it? Why do we want something that has no meaning and useless to us at the end? How much happiness can it fill your soul with?

And when you walk around, oblivious to the world around you and aim only to ensure you’re safe, happy, satisfied, does that genuinely gives you happiness?

Does this world you’re in, contains only, you?

Does everything we do, have to be because of ourselves? Can’t there be no reason?

Why must we find a reason to do anything at all?

Why can’t we just be, happy?