By
Vanita Khanna
Happiness.
Don’t we all wish that we are happy and content always. But I guess,
it is not as simple as it sounds. Man has been known to do so many
things all in the name of happiness.
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Since the day we are born to the
day we die, we are told that we are
supposed to look happy all the time.
An infant gets across his needs by
crying. As children, we cry and throw
tantrums to get our wishes fulfilled.
As we grow into adults, we are told
that we should control and take charge
of our emotions in front of the world.
Men per se are not encouraged to
cry, taking it to be a sign of weakness.
Where as, women are treated with
pity and compassion, when seen crying.
I believe, that tears have a different
language of their own. They sometimes
put across emotions where words fail.
So why not accept them as an integral
part of our lives. Tears help in
relieving our pent up emotions, remember
long lost loved ones, mend broken
hearts, show moments of immense happiness,
grief and pain.
Happiness is a relative term. It
varies from person to person and
from time to time. Some of the things
which give joy would be – finding
pure unconditional love, a beautiful
painting, getting wet in the rain,
a surprise gift, the birth of a child,
a sport well played, climbing the
highest peak. The list is endless.
Nowadays,
people in pursuit of Happiness
go to all kinds of lengths.
From worshipping God, to
Yoga and meditation.
Mankind
as a race is always running
after the eternal truth to
attain Nirvana.
It is a state
of mind.
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But hey wait, in this race for Happiness
have we not forgotten to enjoy the
simple pleasures of life. I truly
believe that true happiness lies
within us. ‘Happiness Is a Habit,
Cultivate It.’ If we decide to do
at least one thing in the day which
makes us truly happy life wouldn’t
be that bad. To some a rising career
is ultimate happiness to another
working for a noble cause does the
trick.
To
enjoy true happiness we should
experience sorrow also for then
only
will we know the true worth of it.
For joy and sorrow go hand in hand.
For life is never black or white
but
varied shades of grey. There
lies the beauty of a life fully lived.
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