I read a blog by Scott Adams yesterday. He wrote about a hypothetical situation where all of us had a ‘Happiness Button’ on our foreheads. So how interesting it would have been to ask or go on pressing the happiness buttons of other people so that they could be happy. He went on telling the after effects of it, if at all it was to happen. Interestingly, only a day before I had had a short but amusing conversation with a friend about being happy against all odds. And I expressed by disbelief in how people choose to remain unhappy despite dwelling in most favourable conditions to live for almost 90% of their lives.
This reminded me of my own old theory, ‘Happiness is Relative’. Well it is not as complex as the theory of relativity. Just that one fine day few years ago, I found out that being (or at least looking) happy was very very easy. All you had to do was to relate your happiness to some thing happening around you. This is pretty easy to understand because that is what you have been doing all your life. You are happy because today is a holiday, because you won a mega deal, because the best looking girl in the class sat besides you, because your boss praised you, because you got a new job etc… … See, hadn’t you been relating your happiness all the way long? Now you would have a reasonable argument if you say that you were happy because there was a reason to be happy (Job, appraisal, girl, festival etc.). But none has been a case where you were happy first and then you chose to relate it to some thing. Well, I say if it can work that way, it can work the other way round as well.
If I start thinking that my theory is going to be accepted ‘as it is’, I need to resign from offering any more of my idiotic theories. Picking up from the conversation I had the day before, there are some people who just dont to be happy. Meaning, there are people who would use my theory exactly opposite. In fact, all of us sane people who aren’t easily bullied by problems in life also fall pray to this. Let me take an example of my own self. I have a blog and I know about 25-30 people read it almost daily (though I know the number of hits per day are more). A reason to be happy enough? But only about 5-6 of them comment, and that too occasionally. So my weird brain wouldn’t think about the brighter side. It would think about why people dont comment… and be sad despite the fact that number of hits is fast approaching the 100,000 number. If only I could relate to happier things, I’d be a cheerful guy.
You think it is easy to be happy? Or perhaps you think there should have been a happiness button on our foreheads. So that you could at least keep pressing others buttons in order to be happy yourself. Whose button comes to your mind? Your Mother-in Law? Your boss? Your neighbour? Or your weird girl/boy friend? 🙂