Happiness

Happiness is ..................

A friend told me this once, and it left a deep impression. He had a house, cars, club membership, married, in the UK, but he wasn't happy. That told a story about the importance of material goods. How about good looks? Doesn't fly too. Because if good looks = happiness, all the good-looking people will be happy people. Not true. Sienna Miller and Angelina Jolie would then have sadness-free lives.

In Thailand, I saw small children sitting by the dirty roadside, selling things. Are they as sad/happy as stressed out poor children in Sing, going for tuition after tuition? Sometimes, u wonder. So anyway, there are poor people, that are sad. Poor people that are happy. Rich people who are sad, rich people who are happy.

Also, I think nobody actually owns anything actually. I don't belong to my family or friends. My money doesn't belong to me. They are only stops along the way. So enjoy it while you can, because some of it are nice stops. What you can have are experiences and memories. And the love you receive and give. But when old with dementia, even this, you lose!

So, what I really want, is Happiness.  But what is Happiness?  Happiness comes in the nasi lemak with TAT chilli.  The feeling I have with my family and friends.  Happiness comes from that song, that people care and that you care.  Selectively.  But it's there.  Happiness is contentment and gratitude.  For the life I want, and for the life that's been given to me so far.