Happy

Happy

A Story by sameer

Happy.

What is purpose of life, what does life mean to me, I am always thinking of this question and can’t seem to find an answer ever. What is my passion, what is it that I like doing, I have been often asked this question and somehow my mind freezes on this question, I fear of being called an idiot for asking this question. Actually I know my passion is be to be happy all the time, but I don’t know how or I don’t release it or refuse to release it. Actually for a fact, I get happy very easily. I get happy, when I get to eat the food I like, which is what I do often , I get happy when I watch TV, not particularly any specific show, just TV or read something, watch a movie. I am happy all the time and know how to be one. It’s just that I constantly also like to think that I am not happy. To tell you a secret thinking that I am not happy actually makes me happy. I may be enjoy thinking that my life is miserable and I am lost and I need to do something else to be happy.

I release as I write this, I am forever complaining to god to change my life and make it happier. I think a change of job will make me happy, actually it might not, since I don’t like working, not that I am lazy, I just don’t like working in an office and doing mindless things of sending email, I think I will be happy if I make more money, but maybe not. Why change things when I am happy now. Why do I have to think differently when I am happy right now.

But the point is how I make myself realize that I am happy all the time. One things for sure, I just need to continue being happy like this, so that one , I am really happy that I am happy after all.

© 2013 sameer


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Added on June 6, 2013
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