Happiness is a relative sense of a feeling of joy.It varies from person to person.A hungry man is happy with bread only.To a rich man,happiness is something vague and indistinct.Why he is happy,why he is not,he hardly knows.Happiness is a thing after which man has been eternally running.But no happiness is permanent.An object of happiness if repeated turns into boredom soon.Man has been trying to confine it and discover newer objects and stimuli of happiness.
But recurrently,it relapses to the same cycle.It might be an untouchable and unreahable thing as poet George Herbert says that Allah has given everything to man except happiness lest man should forget Allah.
Despite the philosophical ambiguities,man sometimes terms sonething as happiness and feels inspired to live longer.Sometimes,he feels utterly dejected and finds nothing called joy or happiness.From the beginning of human life on earth,man had been divided into two groups namely optimists and pessimists.There had been the third group had been wavering between the two hope and despair.
I belong to the third group mentally.I do not find absolute joy in anything,nor do I weep in a abject misery even.I do not feel like inclining to any of the extremities unconditionally.I always think about the determining factors when happiness crops up and equally I consider the things that collapse into despair and depression.This critical questioning keeps me in a balance so that exuberance does not impair my mental state.I believe,life is to live in a balanced way.Any of the extremities may bring rational disequilibrium.Nevertheless,all the moments of a life cannot be strictly measured instrimentally.As long as there is the throb,there are devotions.
