~ In pursuit of happiness ~

An old Arabic proverb says that there are two kinds of people: those who can be happy, but they aren’t and those who look for happiness, but never find it. Often thinking about this statement, the man spent his entire life in doubt about whether happiness should be sought or it smiled when we least expect it? He thinks he should wait for it to appear, and he does not know that he may not be able to recognize it, because it sometimes seems quite different from what he imagined. It, like a misfortune, passes by him throughout his life, goes with him in the same direction, intertwines with many important and inessential events, and he, in the whole of that chaos, is constantly in pursuit for it, sometimes not knowing what he is searching for. He observes other people, looks back on seeing them and their happiness while turning his back to his own. With that tremendous desire to have what others do and to want what others do, he forgets about himself and doesn’t know how to live on what he has already got, even though he’s got plenty: a wonderful kingdom on this beautiful Earth of ours in which he can create, love, smile, sing and jump; the kingdom in which he can steal a gust of wind, rays of the sun and sea waves, without being told a word; the kingdom in which gods gave him the power to create the works worthy of describing. Yet, a man spends his days in pursuit of something he thinks he does not, and deserves to have. He constantly plays lottery, while life, being given to him only once, irreversibly passes by him and disappears into the fog of wishes. He constantly expects that he will be the one who will receive the lottery and that he will then finally be happy because he will be able to fulfill all his wishes. Is that so? Can wealth make him happy or is it just a futile pursuit? An unhappy man can always be easily recognized; he is constantly telling how happy and rich he is, and how he has everything he wanted and what he dreamed about. Although no one asks him to talk about it, he is persistent. It’s probably the only way to convince himself of the truth of his words. In moments of loneliness, when there is no one near whom he can talk about his happiness, he realizes that he has everything but it. Although he had run for it all his life, he did not manage to grab it. Maybe it ran away from him because he had many, and maybe people who want to have everything can not be happy. The painful tragedy of man’s fate arose from the constant confrontation of the everyday banality, on the one hand, and his longing for the beauty of life, on the other. He never asks himself what is the beauty of life? Is this the bright spot that constantly flickers in his heart and leads him to a smile, fragrant flower and embrace, or is the wealth that leads him into solitude? Perhaps the purpose of life is to find the sky under which he will be happy, whether it is sprinkled with stars or not. Still, a man is convinced that he can always do better and more. Every day he begins with a new pursuit, not noticing that he does not have as many days as he thought. They quickly disappear one after the other, as well as his wishes and expectations. He let them go, just as in one of those days he let his happiness to go forever, and he does not know that once you let it go, it never comes back. After that, all the pursuits for it become futile. Maybe he just did not want it at that time, because it was small and ordinary, maybe he thought he was happy and did not need it, and maybe it did not show up at the right time. Someone once said that it was never early or late for happiness. Is that so? Are we always mature enough to stop it and not let it go? Are there right moments of happiness, or can we not recognize and accept it? Some people are convinced that it is buried somewhere deep and that they should be persistent to find it. They are digging curiously in the yards and the lives of other people, looking for the source of their happiness. Even Epimetheus and Pandora lived happily until curiosity stirred Pandora’s mind and led her to unlock the marvelous box ornamented with jewels and golden decorations out of which all the troubles and sufferings of human beings suddenly started coming out. Hope, which came out from the box last, like a small bird, represented not only a sign of consolation to humanity, but also a warning that happiness is precious and rare and that it should be kept. The man never fully understood the meaning of these words. Happiness is not jewelry we keep in a box. These are moments that can lead us to the stars, sometimes so powerful that they can wipe out all the torments and sufferings and help us move on again. If people knew how little it takes to be happy, they would avoid the worst moments of their lives. Their pursuit would take them to what they have in themselves and in their hearts.
In pursuit of happiness, author Suzana Stojanović, April 23, 2007