On Happiness

How happy is being happy? How satisfied is being satisfied? I wonder if anyone in this day and age could still ever stay happy or satisfied for long periods of time. When we’ve had enough of a good thing or of a happy situation (which usually does not last that long)…we are on the move again always in search for what would make us satisfied. It’s a never-ending cycle. My marginal utility of happiness is constantly diminishing at such a fast rate. Long before I've even begin to appreciate a good thing or a happy moment, it's gone. It's frustrating to always have to chase after it.

I’ve always asked myself, what would make me truly happy? I really don’t know. How happy is happy anyway? I have high expectations. So being happy might not necessarily be happy for me. There is so much I want to be. There is so much I want to have. There is so much I want to experience.

There are more than a million reasons to be happy about aside from just these alone. I would just have to pay extra close attention to the little things; things that may seem small but contribute the same degree of happiness as the big things...if not even more. Sometimes I feel that I'm failing to see the abundance of happiness in my life...or should I say the excess of it.

Absence should not, I repeat, should not be the main yardstick for happiness.