According to the dictionary, happiness is the state of pleasure derived from the complete and perpetual attainment of all longing and desire. We also generally claim that the purpose of life is happiness. In a chaotic world where we’ve yet to find the meaning of our existence, isn’t our relationship with happiness one of irrationality and romanticism and even a bit childish? We want it to continue always. We want it to continue always and to show it to everyone. Let’s create an identity that acts as proof that all our decisions have led to happiness.
In recent years, and with the words of current advertisement campaigns, “sharing your happiness,” has become more important than happiness itself. As if we’ve suppressed all the other emotions for the sake of happiness. It has ceased to be the emotion that sporadically knocks on our door to surprise us, or one that we know will shed its weight to grant us with a feeling of litheness. Instead, it has become a daily requirement as an individual part in the modern and social sphere. While it’s possible to feel all emotions, we chose to portray happiness. And now our fear of being wholly excluded from the game has overpowered our listlessness with playing it.
I met up with an old work friend recently. We remembered those days when we worked hard but also had a lot of fun. Later we felt regret for not having shot some photos during one of the happiest times in our lives. But forget about the photos and videos, isn’t there a rare quality to those moments of happiness that makes us completely forget who we are or how our hair or makeup looks?