First and foremost, if you have not heard the song that inspires the title of this article, do the following:
1. Stand in front of your mirror
2. Point and laugh at yourself
3. Make a sad smiley face
4. Kill yourself
5 & most important. Do not leave behind a note that blames me.
After-thought: No. 5 should have been No. 4 eh?
Now to actually begin the real topic. In my most recent epiphany (yes there have been more than a few over the decades), I realized that there are only 2 types of people- Those who are happy with everything they have and those who will never be happy with anything they have. This dilemma goes in deeper to the very basic idea of happiness.
The former view happiness as a state of inner being, a journey that one goes through and not the destination one arrives at. Here's the loophole- As they say, 'No one can be told what the Matrix is'. This is not something that can be attained like my Weekly Nirvana. Here's the upside- If you are one of these people, you got something right to reach here. Figure out what it was and share the secret, just not in a book called The Secret. Here's the downside- If you ever meet one of these people, it will make you question your entire belief system. So it is best to avoid (lest you are into masochism, in which case I'd be happy to also recommend some self torture devices for you to go for after you have met them)
The latter view happiness as a fleeting moment, a sort of ball tossed in the air waiting to be caught without the understanding of how to catch it. Here's the loophole- 'Fleeting' is the operative word. The anticipation of catching the ball becomes addictive enough for you to wait around forever hoping for the ball to drop. Here's the upside- If you are one of these people, you will always be happy without ever being able to figure out what it was that made you happy a moment ago. Here's the downside- If you ever meet one of these people, it will make you question your entire belief system. So it is best to avoid (lest you are into masochism, in which case I'd be happy to also recommend some self torture devices for you to go for after you have met them)
As unfair as it sounds, I keep going back and forth between being the former and the latter (this feat has been made possible after years and years of meditation in my sleep). I keep going back and re-reading my poems and articles every now and then in an experiment to feel the same thing I felt at the time that I wrote it. As it turns out, it never really does happen that way. Time is a continuum and no matter how nostalgic you want to feel, you can never really feel a moment exactly as you felt it even just a moment before.
If you would have heard the song that the title is based on, you would know what happens next. I try, and I try, and I try and I try.
