Whenever someone asks me to do so, it would put me in a funk.
I am 32 and I have never quite know how happy truly feels like.
Was it when I got my first paycheck? My first kiss? The letter of acceptance to the University I chose to drop out from? The moment my ex boss told me that I got the team manager position?
Or the time I spent with someone who truly treats me with respect and adoration?
I am still stumped as to what truly defines happiness.
My good friend recently became a mother and I have never seen her happier. Her eyes lit up whenever she talks about her baby girl. I wondered then if my idea of happiness is as domestic as having a kid.
Or would it be the time when I finally would be given the chance... nay ... the challenge of leading a team of 100 people worldwide in a Fortune 500 company, making 100K a year?
Or would I define happiness when I finally have that chiseled toned body that I have always wanted?
For now, happiness is a blur to me.
I was happy when I found out that my best friend is pregnant. I am sad though thinking about the time when she would pack up and move out of the apartment.
She is now starting a family. It starts with the little munchkin growing inside of her.
I find it difficult to foresee myself as someone's other half, much less someone's wife... or just being proposed to.
Someone told me that people change. Whether it is towards good or bad, that's entirely up to the person.
So, happiness, that concept, is pretty much still elusive to me right now. As long as I still have things that I still want, I don't think that I can actually be happy.
I will blog about it, the moment I find that missing piece, I would.