When They Ask Are You Happy??

The concept of happiness is indeed a strange one. Some say you engineer it, cultivate it all by yourself; some who have a saviour complex wait on it like a messiah, while others experience it when something “good” happens in their lives. 

And well, the rest, they don’t get fixated on whether they are or they aren’t. They don’t define their experience as being happy or not happy. They just cruise through life like the rollercoaster it is and never lose a wink of sleep thinking they should be or shouldn’t be. They dance to the rhythms of their own curated emotional states without definition. 

Living along fine lines of “I am everything and nothing at the same time.” It’s quite futile for them to stand on a podium of exhibited emotions and choose the superior one of them all, happiness, to be the desired art they want to possess, keep, and reward themselves with.

 They’d rather be the complex piece that’s everything and nothing at the same time, open to be interpreted mentally rather than simplifying emotions because they know emotions are ever fleeting.

Do they not want to fleet? I don’t know.

Do they wish not to be temporary?

I don’t know.

I think they know they’ll flee soon, that it’s useless to base your state on a fleeting concept they’re not even sure can comprehend them to the extent they comprehend and carry themselves. They’re not trying to sound complex with a bit of edge. They just have no business entertaining ranks or categories.

Those are my thoughts after being asked “Are you happy?”