Growing up, I thought happiness only happens when you visit Disneyland or when you go on vacation or when you fall in love and live happily ever after or when you wake up on Christmas to find that Tonka truck neatly wrapped under the tree or when you find a coin in place of a tooth underneath your pillow or when you started going to school. My early exposure to happiness was limited and as the years passed and my dreams of achieving happiness seemed to be slowly slipping away, I grew more cynical and snide towards people who proclaimed to be happy.
Call it envy or jealously, but I seriously thought happy people were simply deluding themselves and this was before I discovered drugs. It may be due to naivety and ignorance towards something I have yet to fully experience but I honestly thought happiness was and is nirvana: unattainable and over used.
Even though my happy childhood memories and few and require less than one hand to count on, recent years have seen me recalling more and more happy moments in my life. Is my cynicism starting to crumble or I am simply becoming more aware and letting go of my ignorance?
Recent happy memories include: -
- The shimmer my first Cartier
- The smell of my first Louis Vuitton
- The adventure of my first ever holiday in 2003
- The warmth of my birthday dinner at Longrain
- The glare of my first precious metal credit card
The same emotion caroused through my body the other afternoon. It was a tingling sensation that made me smile no stop, giggle at the slightest movement and beam with every blink. I walked out of a store on Sunday carrying proudly in my arms my first Dyson vacuum cleaner.
I am getting that happy feeling right now as I gaze unrequitedly at my Dyson.
posted by tykang @ 4/24/2006 08:44:00 PM
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