Maybe
happiness is a verb.
Give
a lollypop to the five-year-old me and I will give you my best smile. Grinning
from ear to ear, showing my lollypop to whomever I met.
But
as I grow up, I realize that happiness isn’t about getting what you want. It is
not about buying the latest dress in store or getting the highest score in
class. It is not about eating a good food at a good restaurant. It is not about
having a boyfriend. It is not even about you.
It
was one day when I sat on my class, smiling by myself for nearly perfect score
I got. Then I saw my best friend, the look at her face told me that she was
disappointed with her result. Then, it didn’t take a long time to draw all of
my happiness to a critical level. How could you be happy if your best friend
wasn’t?
Then
it was another day, when a friend of mine asked me to do a favor for her. It
took a lot of my time, and to be honest, I did question my reason to help her.
She gave me nothing in return. Then, after days of sacrificing my me-time, the
job was done. She screamed out of joy, and for no reason—to able to put such a
smile on her face, made me happy.
Here
is an interesting thing about happiness. It best served when it’s shared. You
won’t be happy happy if you happy by
yourself. And I think, the highest level
of happiness is when you see someone you care about—someone you love to be happy.
That’s
happiness.
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