People around us keep showering recipe of happiness on us , recipes they tried and worked and they wish with all their heart to work for us the way they worked for them , to bring us happiness that we end up with a package of happiness . Some recipes leave us bewildered ,as we ‘re not sure which one to choose . Others muddy the serenity and contentment within us as we start questioning whether the happiness we live is true or fake for none of those recipes is compatible with ours .
Happiness is not a recipe to try ,it can’t be taught either. It’s a unique experience .Sometimes it takes time to figure out what makes us happy .Sometimes we have to endure pain and loss to figure out the essence of our happiness .
Some weave their cloak of happiness from the unconditional love of a mother , from helping people they barely know, from the mere thought that sharing their loaf with a homeless keeps hunger at bay ,from kissing their father’s forehead when asking forgiveness for raising their voice rudely or from seeing others happy even though they have a slight share of their happiness.
Others see happiness as a bubble ; it withers once they have it so they spend their entire life in the pursuit of things they don’t have and they don’t need . Happiness is to have what is in other’s hands as well .
Happiness can wear many masks ;some masks are ugly .Other masks are beautiful and it’s t up to us to choose which one to wear and once choice is defined by one’s up bringing, religious belief, other’s expectations or the way one feels about themselves .
Written by arabian roses