What is happiness?

The joy of living?

My other half said, as long as we are living in this world, there will be no such thing called "happiness". To be honest, I was dumbfounded hearing him said that. It sounded rather *puzzling.

An honest opinion of someone you dearly care about, sometimes make your whole idea of things like "happiness" come tumbling down. Its not that his statement is wrong per se it just that, what is that suppose to mean? I am curious.

Then, I started babbling about happiness as such and such like making beautiful moments to be good enough to remember in a bad day. But then, right then and there it struck me like a lightning bolt that..deep down inside I don't believe an ounce of what comes out from my own mouth and no..happiness shouldn't be described that way. hmmm..it should be something more..

So, how should I described it then? But..there are plenty of times that I am happy. Moments that I treasured. Even though,the happy moments come and go, but it still there hovering over my head just in time to comfort me when I needed it the most.

Then, I must be true somehow to describe it as "the beautiful moments that we make without actually realizing it which makes us happy from time to time". Something to remember that bring a smile upon our face. Puzzle solved?

Nah..I am not sure how to convince my husband that he shouldn't burden himself so much to think about happiness in an ultimatum way like forever being happy, because for sure there is something missing when there is no more sorrow day to come. Isn't sorrow a remarkable thing? It bring us down and yet when we are back on our own two feet , we became almost invincible. ^_^

But then, sometimes we are on our own to figure things out. Yup. I am done with that.

I am happy.