This is cliché, I know, but
H is for Happiness
Sometime back, I came across Abraham Lincoln’s quote: "People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be." And it got me thinking;
Is happiness a state of mind or is it achieved through perseverance?
Is it inherent to a person or is it something that you toil for?
Or is it a reaction?
Aren't there shades to happiness? After all, happiness at getting a new car is not the same as meeting a long lost friend or watching eagles ride lazily on the wind, their feathers trembling.
Is it the perspective? As Richard Bach says, "What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly."
Is it something that one recognizes only having gone through sorrow? Would we know light if we didn’t encounter darkness?
Is it a feeling that we perpetually tend to drown in a sea of what ifs and if onlys?
I’ve often been told that I ask too many questions.