A Quest Towards Happiness

We, humans, always aftering for happiness. What is happiness exactly? According to Wikipedia, happiness is a state of mind or feeling such as contentment, satisfaction, pleasure, or joy. A variety of philosophical, religious, psychological and biological approaches have been taken to defining happiness and identifying its sources. A state of mind, that means happiness itself doesn't have any form, it's abstract. So why are we, humans, keep aftering for it? Why do we keep aftering something that doesn't even has a form?

A friend of mine, she just broke up with his boyfriend. A friend of her asked her, "are you happy with him?" Then my friend, she couldn't even answer that question. She didn't know how to answer that simple question. She admitted to me, she didn't even know what she felt back then. She only felt that this guy was a good catch. She thought that she found the Mr. Right. The thing that happened to my friend, leads me to a question. Does happiness really exist? That question has been swimming in my mind these last several days. This is like a One Million Dollar question. The question that I barely know the answer.

Lots of people claiming their own form of happiness. They claim, mostly, money and love is their happiness. I think none of them is my form of happiness, those two things are humans basic needs. Humans need money, humans need to be love. Based by the Wiki definition, I only agree with the psychological approaches. Happiness is just a state of mind. It relates to somebodies psychological condition. But for me, that's not a conclusion. I perfectly know we control our own mind. Our mind is a very wonderful thing, it's like our mind is a computer of our daily activities. In fact, not just activities, our mind controls our own universe. Please underline "our own universe", a thing we create, a thing doesn't have concrete form. Why? Why do we keep aftering something that vague? Are we living a fake lives? Or are we just trying too hard to make the surroundings comfortable?

Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy once said:

Happiness does not depend on outward things, but on the way we see them

Tolstoy acknowledge happiness. Does that mean really exists? I need an answer. That's all.


PS: There's no pun intended in this post. I write it because that question's been swimming in my mind. If there's a reader feels offended, please don't. Trust me!