Happiness (from Alfred Mendoza)

Happiness, is a state which needs not an explanation. It is simply a trigger word, causing no more than a fast replay of all the blissful events in one's life, inevitably plastering a smile on anyone's face. A state which we try to reach for in times of doubt, sadness, frustration, confusion, but nevertheless, each state of happiness is a feeling that can never be replicated once it has reached its end. Each spark of happiness differs in every way possible.

As a young boy we view happiness within this narrow telescope. This certain feeling strikes us whenever we receive a toy, eat a lollipop or are brought to carnivals. But as we mature, grow older, and develop, this telescope widens and we crave for more, yearn for more, ask for more to fulfill this state of bliss which we have always wanted. Ever since we were young, until now, happiness has always been caused by one thing. Though it’s cliche, it’s always been contentment. “Accept more, expect less.” That has always been the golden rule to happiness.

Of course it is impossible to feel true happiness if you define it as achieving full contentment. As human beings, if we express that we have reached a state in our lives where in no doubts, inhibitions, yearnings are left within us, then we are trying to fool ourselves. Nobody can reach that state of being because of the clear fact of the imperfection of human beings. Therefore, happiness can only revolve around this imperfection, and it cannot exist alongside something nonexistent, such as perfection.

Happiness is that certain segment of that long thread of life which we weave, when we feel that the whole world’s burden has been lifted from our shoulders. At that certain time and place, you are contented. It is when you need every single muscle in your body, to turn that smile into a frown. Happiness can be receiving a pat on the back, from the dad who never noticed you. Happiness can be crapping the hell out of your whole system after 2 hours of keeping the demon caged within your body. Happiness can be scratching that itch on your butt which has taunted you throughout the whole Mass. Happiness is a state which needs not an explanation.

[This is Alfred Mendoza's Happiness composition. May utang ka sa akin, Alfred :D]