Happiness....the most misconstrued entity the human race has ever been offered .Nobody knows for sure what is this thing called happiness,yet we chase it relentlessly and tirelessly. Ironically,the more we pursue it,the more elusive it gets.
The poets and philosophers have identified it as nothing but a state of mind.Sounds a good enough concept .Perhaps this is the reason each one of us has our own way of looking at it and accordingly we strive to find it in places that suit our convenience.For the starving, nothing makes them happier than that piece of bread.Their glee knows no bounds when the rich find it resting in their coffers.Besides, there are the self proclaimed servants of God who never tire of letting the world know how they have attained bliss in their unwavering service to the Almighty,mentioning nothing about their moral obligations to humanity.And then there are the lovers, the only breed who seek happiness in another of their kind.But the question is how!
Our natural tendency is to possess.Very human.No matter how vocal we get about being happy in unconditional love,when it comes to practising it, we cannot deny the fact that our hearts are just not conditioned that way. Maybe,this is the only line of demarcation between human and Divine love.Small wonder that the happiness that we seek in love is so fraught with doubts,uncertainty and selfishness.
However,once in a while there comes a great love,probably in everyone's life,which recognizes no boundaries.It attains the freedom to love in it's purest form,devoid of all negativity.Ofcourse,it doesn't happen overnight.Time plays the key part here.Happiness no longer remains confined to the self.It is sought in the eyes of your beloved and then to ensure their happiness,no price seems too high. No,not even relinquishing your claim over them if you happen to know where their true happiness lies!Ofcourse it'd hurt but then when you realize that you have just let them be, but haven't let them go,their happiness, somehow manages to become yours.The best part happens, when you admit it to yourself that you can never abandon them,for you can't utter a prayer without mentioning them,no matter where you are, how you are , whether you are visible to them or not.After all,old habits die hard!That,I think is the ultimate source of happiness.
I don't know if I conform to the idea of others' definition of bliss or for that matter if i've been able to capture the essence of happiness , but I am pretty much sure this is what contentment looks like.
Chandni.
