What exactly is happiness?
Is it a constant state of euphoria
That we feel when our dreams come true?
When our loved ones return home, safe and sound
After a long time, from abroad.
When the bread comes out of the toaster
Golden brown and not charcoal.
When we wake up to the smell of tea
To see strings of sunshine
Pouring through the curtains of our windows.
Or is happiness a feeling too complex
That our minds are too fragile to decode?
Or is it just too simple
That our intricate minds will overlook?
Maybe, it’s the absence of melancholy
And the presence of life.
For the absence of melancholy alone
If you ask me, is an unending state of numbness
That unwittingly tortures our mind and soul.
Serotonin, oxytocin, dopamine, endorphin
Those are the common happy hormones.
Perhaps, complex biological processes
Are the answer to our unknown sorrows.
Although, when we seek out happiness
We don’t pay any heed to those.
So maybe, happiness does stem
From appreciating the little things in life
Including, the occasional blues.
How wonderful it would be
If happiness was an immovable equilibrium
Not complex chemistry.
Maybe, we will never quite grasp
What it means to be truly happy.
But to appreciate the starry universe,
The world needs to be veiled with darkness.
In the same way, as we are told by ghosts of scholars
Over and over again
To be happy means to have a delicate piece of our mind
Drowned in indescribable sadness.