The pursuit of happyness. What a wonderful movie it is. As I write, I feel like wanting to watch the movie. Maybe the love for the innocent script, or the current feeling, I don't know.
Happiness. What is it? The love? The desire? The achievement? What? Maybe it is all of the afore, maybe its just one of the states of mind one is in when not in equilibrium, perhaps?
People tend to get happy for doing things that maybe others might not have done. That sense of achievement. People get happy for doing things what they had probably promised themselves that they would complete, that feeling of serene tranquility, right after victory (of course the type that doesn't involve bloodshed).
But what is it? Money can't buy happiness, we have all learnt. It so happens, more often than not that you are happy only till you achieve something. What beyond that point? Do you breakdown? Do you retire to a shell of reclusion? Do you celebrate? Maybe its all a perspective.
Happiness is so many things, according to what the dictionary tells me. But is it the ultimate goal of life? Staying happy? Or is it becoming happy? Is it bigger than money? Is it bigger than what we are here for? Is it just a mere amalgamation of the two?
Any day, probably I'd have wanted to answer this. Not today. Today, I'm questioning. Because, its not that easy. With variety in life, with umpteen choices and countless options, I know in the current state of mind that staying or being happy is just a phase. A phase where in your probably wouldn't worry about tasks to complete, or should I rather say, put them on the back burner, perhaps? Or even act as if nothing is wrong. Its all a perspective.
When you are unable to make a decision, you vent out on blogs like these, or try doing (and maybe failing) what you love doing. I think I should just let it pass, for, the phase of questioning too, needs a system restart.
