Are you happy?

I sometimes ask myself this question...and very often, am blown away by the power of it. Just a simple 3 words-sentence question, a sentence that a 3 year old could have asked, and answered honestly...most of us, would hesitate to answer it with much thought. In the first place, how do you define happiness? How, do you measure happiness? How, can you then consider yourself happy? Just like the word "sorry" and "thank you", we use it so often that they actually lost their original meaning. Most of the time, we say them without much thought or worse, intention.

It's just funny sometimes when I told myself that I am happy, there's this nagging voice in my head that bounces back, "Am I really happy?", that's where I stopped to confront myself again. Because I guess, I really don't know how to measure my own happiness, and what exactly can happiness carry. Where does happiness start, and where it ends? To say I am unhappy made me feel like a selfish person, who am I to quote that when my life is so much better compared to thousands out there who might not even have shelther across their head? To say I am happy, I feel like I am cheating my own feelings because very often, when I thought of my family problem, my mom, my dogs at home who're going through a lot without my care, I tear.

So..hey, are you happy?