One day, I figured no one was really meant to be happy. I mean we are born crying after all. Maybe they're happy tears but I don't think so. I think deep down when we took this first breath, we knew our life was gonna be messed up. We knew we probably should have stayed where we were, in this comfy bubble, warm and fed. We had nothing to worry about then, and everything was perfect. But at the very moment we got out, at this exact moment, we became miserable.
Ask anyone about their childhood, who will tell you they were the happiest kids ? No one. Because the very definition of happiness is arbitrary. And we will never be truly happy. Because as soon as we were born, we started experiencing cold, pain, hunger, jealousy, greed. These are natural feelings and we have all felt them. Whatever we say, they're overwhelming us. We sure can experience love, empathy, hope, contentment. But these never last. That's why we can't be truly happy. Because the human race is never satisfied. In our constant pursuit of happiness, we forget to live.
Moreover, I think that to be truly happy, we need to make abstraction of the past. Because as I said, we all had miserable childhoods. Whether we were rich or poor, whether our parents were alive, present, caring or not, whether we were desired. Because even if our parents did the best they could, it'll never be enough to have a happy childhood. Nor a happy life. Ask any psychiatrist, the things that happen as children forge who we become as adults. And none of us ever had a peaceful, perfect childhood. We all hold some kind of a grudge against the people who surrounded us as kids, either parents, teacher, classmates, siblings, friends... Or even our younger selves.
Happiness is an illusion that can only subsist for a small amount of time, before the harsh reality of life strikes back, carrying all away.
