Is Happiness Expensive?

There are so many things that happen throughout the day, yet go unnoticed and stay unwelcomed in our busy yet petty lives. Why is it that they go unnoticed? Did reading the above line make you think of at least one thing which you hadn’t considered noticeable lately but then it suddenly rung up in your mind? If yes, why didn’t it feel important earlier? The plausible answer that I got when I asked someone the same thing is that perhaps it didn’t add much to our happiness.

 People misinterpret the word happiness more often than any other word. Happiness is not necessarily something that makes you happy at that point of time. But as you go back through the leaves of your life, the fresh new green ones are seldom the ones that make you smile; the old, red, about to crumble but hanging on still there, those leaves are the ones you would want to keep preserved in your diary, so that whenever your flick those pages, a glimpse of it brings a smile, a wry one, a long one, a persistent one, or a frowned one, albeit a smile.

Of course, you may disagree with me. Of course you will. Happiness isn’t expensive. Money can’t buy happiness. Now your turn to argue. Yes, of course, money adds to happiness. But more often than never, money subtracts from happiness. It takes away your happiness. And I, as a middle-class guy, know about it first-handedly. Whenever money creeps into happiness and makes itself a prime importance, you are bound to lose on happiness. You are bound to frown begging for more. You may like the breeze and sit alone, but then you would want someone with you, and then you’d want a cup of coffee to while away the time whilst you sit in the breeze, and slowly but stealthily, the breeze would become a reason to do all other things; and though you’d argue with yourself that the breeze is still the thing you love, you know that the sides have taken a toll over the main course.

There are so many instances I can jot down right now where money would have made things worse. The concept of money is overwhelming. In an impoverished country like the one I stay in, money is the root of all evil. So many thieves are born every day. Yet what is it that makes them the ‘thieves’, and us not the thieves? It’s because they get noticed, or caught. We steal every day. We rob people of things every day. Lots of things. Most of the times their happiness. Yet no one cares. Why? Because it’s no more the most important thing in their life. In fact, it never had been. And so they don’t realize when you snatch away their happiness, because they get it again from some other thing, whatever it may be.

Yes, happiness is cheap. I am happy when I hug my friend. I am happy when I spend an hour sitting with someone talking about random things that happen around us and I don’t need to be in an air-conditioned room for that. I can go to the beach and make castles of sand and be happy. I can run in the rain and feel it pinch my face and smile for that very reason. And I can smile for no reason at all. I am happy when my mother smiles. I am happy when I cup my hands over the eyes of a friend and she guesses it’s me. I am happy when I bunk a tuition and sit on the roof of the building.

And why did I write this? I’d written two paragraphs of this many months ago, and today I just felt like finishing it up. Why? No reason. But I was smiling all the while I wrote it. It made me happy too. Look for a reason to smile, look for a reason to be happy. Look for one reason, you will get a thousand more. Smile today, and try to bring a smile on another’s, free of cost. It’s a happy feeling. 🙂

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