Happiness. How does one define this?
It is a funny questions isn’t it? Yet when happy, you never think of happiness, only in tough times.
A few months ago, when I visited L.A. I walked all morning from my hotel on Hollywood Boulevard to Melrose, only to find that no shops open before 1pm on Melrose on Saturdays. So there I was standing in a city still asleep at 10am. A kind lady pointed at the flea market on the corner of Fairfax and Melrose, as it was the only thing that I could get into at the unholy hour of 10am on a Saturday morning. Inside I met a young couple that owned a little stall that made custom jewellery. Their pieces were really beautiful and I decide to buy a chain neckless with a plate. When the girl asked me what I wanted written on it, I couldn’t think of anything. The only word that came to mind was ‘happiness’.
A few weeks later, back in Dubai, I was walking back to my car after buying lunch when lady in the parking lot stopped me and asked me the time. After which, she started crying and said she was actually there to look for a job. If she dint find a job, she would have to go back to her home country in Africa. She also said she hadn’t had eaten for two days. I felt really bad and gave her the soup. She looked genuinely happy and thanked me. A second later she asked me is your name happiness? I almost thought this was too sappy for that moment when I realised that she was reading what was written on my necklace and made me chuckle and made me happy!
So there it is, happiness. It is different to everyone. I am going through a meh phase at the moment, am I wishing for real happiness right now? You bet, and I know I’ll find it one day. Until then its namesake around my neck will have to do.