A little something I scribbled down where I was in Sydney a couple days back.

Happiness. What is happiness? We all want it, but I am certain most of us have not the slightest clue what constitutes this thoroughly elusive quality. Without doubt, I have yet to discover its truest definition either. But I do believe Happiness exists, no matter how subjective it may be.

Sometimes I like to think, each one of us owns a Happiness jar. And every happy moment - be it a small one like having your favourite ice cream, or achieving amazing academic results, or even as big as getting married - adds drops of Happiness into the jar. Drop by drop, and bit by bit, this jar becomes fuller and fuller. And eventually you will experience perhaps the best emotion in the world - that of happiness.

To me, Happiness is being able to do whatever you want and enjoying every moment of it.

Don't tell me not be unhappy, I just am. I am not pleased with anything and everything, and the large part of my life right now is like the vestiges of a bottom-of-the-list-B-grade-movie that could not suck anymore than the vortex of a tornado. And as the cliched of cliches go, nobody understands! Long story short, I am in a very hateful, bitter state of mind at present - a malcontent, almost. It's incredible how I haven't imploded from thorough disgust and disgruntlement. As much as I would rather not use the word 'hate', I just about hate everything right now. Please excuse me as I "fall upon the ground...taking measure of an unmade grave".

Life really is not looking like a shimmering fountain of Happy gushing with the hopeful springs of joy and love right now. But more of a murky swamp where notorious Leviathan creatures with names like Angst and Depreciation lurk, teeming with antagonistic vibes and all-consuming negativity. And in this swamp, the more you flounder, the deeper you sink.

Desperately in need of catharsis? Perhaps.

A little something I scribbled down where I was in Sydney a couple days back.

Happiness. What is happiness? We all want it, but I am certain most of us have not the slightest clue what constitutes this thoroughly elusive quality. Without doubt, I have yet to discover its truest definition either. But I do believe Happiness exists, no matter how subjective it may be.

Sometimes I like to think, each one of us owns a Happiness jar. And every happy moment - be it a small one like having your favourite ice cream, or achieving amazing academic results, or even as big as getting married - adds drops of Happiness into the jar. Drop by drop, and bit by bit, this jar becomes fuller and fuller. And eventually you will experience perhaps the best emotion in the world - that of happiness.

To me, Happiness is being able to do whatever you want and enjoying every moment of it.

Don't tell me not be unhappy, I just am. I am not pleased with anything and everything, and the large part of my life right now is like the vestiges of a bottom-of-the-list-B-grade-movie that could not suck anymore than the vortex of a tornado. And as the cliched of cliches go, nobody understands! Long story short, I am in a very hateful, bitter state of mind at present - a malcontent, almost. It's incredible how I haven't imploded from thorough disgust and disgruntlement. As much as I would rather not use the word 'hate', I just about hate everything right now. Please excuse me as I "fall upon the ground...taking measure of an unmade grave".

Life really is not looking like a shimmering fountain of Happy gushing with the hopeful springs of joy and love right now. But more of a murky swamp where notorious Leviathan creatures with names like Angst and Depreciation lurk, teeming with antagonistic vibes and all-consuming negativity. And in this swamp, the more you flounder, the deeper you sink.

Desperately in need of catharsis? Perhaps.