HappinessI think back at the things that have happened in my life. I try to think of some of the happiest moments in my life.
And with this I have come to a realization.
I remember one of the happiest moments in my life. I was young, I was about 13 years old. Perhaps moments are just more enjoyable and pure at a young age.
The moment I was happiest was right after I found out the girl I was in love with had similar feelings for me, the feelings were mutual.
Now that happiest moment wasn't the moment she told me this, but it was actually shortly after. I remember going home after she told and I went to my room.
I remember standing in my room alone with the realization that she liked me too and that we will be together.
It was in that realization and excitement of knowing what was going to come that I was happiest.
The irony is that my happiest moment was in fact a moment where I was alone in my room. No one there that did anything, nothing that happened.
With this I realize that I don't need anything to be happy. There is not a thing I need in order to be able to be happy. Apparently I can be happy by just being alone in a room. The thing that made me happy were my thoughts about it. I created the happiness in my head, and it was real, I felt it.
With this I realize that every moment I am alone actually has the potential to be one of the happiest moments. What separates me, being here in a room now with that moment back then? What is the difference? It is my thoughts about it. Because it is not a physical thing that is different. It is not something that I had and now have not.