I’ve been thinking for some time now about a way to measure happiness. It’s not sold by kg… No one ever said they’re a centimetre happier than before. Nor that their happiness is more dense than yesterday. They’re just happy or not. Or, sometimes, happier – if they don’t call it as it is and just admit they’re just happy(ish).
But… what is happiness? We’ve seen it in so many ads and still can’t find the appropriate definition. Searching it on Google, except for ‘the state of being happy’ I’ve found a long list of synonyms
|Happiness (synonyms):||contentment, pleasure, contentedness, satisfaction, cheerfulness, cheeriness, merriment, merriness, gaiety, joy, joyfulness, joyousness, joviality, jollity, jolliness, glee, blitheness, carefreeness, gladness, delight, good spirits, high spirits, light-heartedness, good cheer, well-being, enjoyment, felicity;
exuberance, exhilaration, elation, ecstasy, delirium, jubilation, rapture, bliss, blissfulness, euphoria, beatitude, transports of delight;
heaven, paradise, seventh heaven, cloud nine;
While it might be enough for some, it made me think of the fact that happiness means something else for each one of us. For a child, it might be an ice cream or a new toy, while for another it could be as simple as having a bed to sleep at night. And, while contemplating about it and realising how different we are (and on the fact that life can be so unfair sometimes) I had to ask myself: what makes ME happy?
In the last few months, it was food. I was literally panicking about resigning, joining a new company, having new projects that are so close to be materialised and yet so far from what I was picturing them that I was hiding my anxiety in plain sight, eating in a new place every day, whatever I want, whenever I want, as much as I want… I remember the first week on my new job, when, after having a donner kebab by myself, I joined my team for a pizza and ate as much as they did. That’s just an example out of so many double meals I had so many times… And, after a couple of months, I found a way of measuring my blissfulness – 7 kgs of joy in just 2 months!
Now, it’s time to get rid of them and replace the pleasure of eating with the satisfaction of not looking 5 months pregnant in a swimming suit. I guess it’s about perspective and what makes me happyER.
What about you? What brings you joy in your life and what makes you actually happy?