Happiness

I'm happy.


Not so-so happy, not I just found 10 dirhams in my jeans pocket happy, or I found out I don't have to work on Sunday happy, but genuinely, God honest (for those of you fearing the Almighty), down to earth happy.


I'm at this happy place that I actually didn't think existed.


James Michener spoke much more eloquently about the “happy place” I’m talking about in this famous quote, though more for an overall balance:


“The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his information and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him he is always doing both"

But life is not about stopping to stagnate. It is about evolving and discovering and changing and emulating new things . . . It is like the unending quest for knowledge and the thirst to learn new concepts. This thirst and quest may be intrinsic but the source of knowledge could be intrinsic like the road to self-realization or self-actualization or extrinsic - there is a plethora of un-delved facts in the world - the universe being one whole knowledge-bank and we the tiny children in our own little worlds of home and class-learning, trying to grasp as much as we can in this short life of ours . . . and feeling amazed, in awe, in wonder, as and when we learn new concepts, and apply new principles to our day to day living . . . And we realize that life is too short. There is so much to learn, imbibe, love, and absorb from this world. And even if we become diligent life-learners, learning a new concept everyday, we would still be covering just a fraction of the world-wide knowledge base. One life is just too short for a lifetime of learning . . . I respect that train of thought, as I respect and will much miss Ali, who has departed off to intellectual Ithaca, to further enhance his cranial capacity . . .


What is about the heart though? That search which comes about from within the slow volcano burn that flows through your soul seeking for understanding and trying to find it's corner of warmth and where it can let go and be free. For many of you who me know that the years passed have not been kind to me, and I went through a period of challenge and difficulty. The thing is that I went through such pain and sorrow, all for reasons completely uneeded. What I felt I thought was real, what I felt I thought was love, and true happiness, only through time to come to the terms that it wasn't even close to what the true feeling was. What is love to you? What does it mean to have the feeling of true happiness? Definatelty not what I felt before.

These days though.

I am lifted.

Reborn if one can say.

That spring in the step is not the new cushioning in the new shoes, rather of the heart. The irony of it all is that I am so happy and simply joyful to the point I can't explain it. So for now I want to enjoy this feeling.

I know this sensation is not going to fade or dissapear, and I'm extremely content in that

And thus these days, I'm savoring each moment, each interaction, each second that passes.

And loving every minute of it.