Lately, I’ve been wondering and wandering. I’ve only felt truly happy once in my life. For me, happiness is not about myself. Being truly happy means that the people around me are happy as well. The only time I felt like that was when I was a kid. It only lasted for about 4 years, during which I had both of my parents around and my only concern was letting them know that my sister was the one who broke the vase. I grew up faster than most of the kids. Suddenly, I was aware that my father had to leave the country for financial reasons. Suddenly, I was aware that my own mother had too many problems she had to face. Suddenly, I was the kid who didn’t want to be one of the problems. I look around and tell myself “There are people with far worse problems out there, yet some of them still carry on with a genuine smile on their face”. Why do I have this feeling? I feel like I’ll never be truly happy again. But I’m grateful that I once was.
You are right. Happiness is about other people too. The mood of others can affect you. It’s kind of like when you say something funny, and everyone around chuckles a little bit. And you get this warm feeling inside, like everything is ok and everyone is together for a moment. And you were the cause of that. And at the end of the day, happiness comes from the little things. Like laughing until your stomach hurts, or receiving a compliment. Good luck and may life bring you much more happiness and love .xx