The Start Of Another Day: Epilogue:Happiness

Epilogue: Happiness

       I lay my glasses down as I head towards the window after finishing the final chapter of my humble book, as I reach the window I am reminded of  how different I was just one year ago standing  near this same window in utter moral confusion, did I change for better or for worse? If you’ve read this book you would know that I do not trust either of those terms. So different were my thoughts back then, yet I am not ashamed by the own thoughts that led me down this path that I am currently treading. I am sure that if another year passes by, I will inevitably develop new ideals and a new mindset and opinions that would differ quite a bit from the ones that were expressed here, but I am not afraid of change, nor should I. This book marks a milestone in my life, is it really a significant one?  That, I cannot be certain of, unless I move past it and view it under a less focused lens; it is a period where I focus on the present more than its other less dynamic counterparts, a period where I accept myself all the while striving to improve using my own methods, a period where I set people on an equal footing with myself, not degrading them nor myself, in addition to acknowledging my imperfections and truly believing in their existence , and most importantly, it is in this time that I stopped looking at the future with eyes full of sorrow whenever life strays ever so slightly from what I desire, in other words, I found my definition of happiness. Happiness isn’t a rush of intense emotions or a paradisiacal commotion and an everlasting absorption; it is the permanent slow-burning fuel of gratitude and satisfaction, accompanied by a daily dose of fulfillment and dedication, in addition to a feeling of stability with a pinch of dignity, and it is also refraining from any futile activity, that could compromise my mental constancy, all of this besides accepting my flawed personality. Happiness to me is an optimized, long-term state of mind, not necessarily reached upon achieving your goals and satisfying your desires, but reached when you live without the fear of not reaching them, all the while inching your way to them; its purpose is making me go through life with significant ease, and that is quite a purpose.  

       Our existence itself is the purpose of our being. No matter how useless it might seem, our existence as individual beings maintains the balance of the universe itself through multiple inexplicable chain reactions, besides that, life doesn’t need a meaning nor a purpose even if it didn’t have one, it isn’t a film nor a game, that is all the more reason to make me chase away any thoughts that forcibly send me to a state of unhappiness. The sky is glistering with stars when I say to myself:” this is the end of an average day, and tomorrow is going to be a start of another one, and that day is most certainly coming”.

"We suffer not from the events in our lives, but from our judgement about them!" - Epictetus

Thank you for taking the time to read my book, I will be looking forward to your reviews on the website -Words from the Author A.H.Z.