Every time I feel happy, this same question frequently popped-up in my head: Do I genuinely feel happy?
Lately, I have been (over)thinking about such feeling that supposedly everyone in this world would like to have, happiness. People do miscellaneous actions to pursue such feeling regardless by good or bad deeds, nevertheless, the term good and bad is relative since it is according to one’s perspective. Some people are happy simply by laughing together with their beloved family and friends, while some other may only laugh over a sprawled heartbeat-less torso.
For me, I classified myself happy when I (am able to) feel happy without any perpetual bounded dependency towards any other person or people. Not in terms of friendship happiness, hence, don’t misunderstand me.
Then again, I find myself pursuing that happiness in different ways as the time flows by, as the year passed by, as the moments elapsed and as ‘lesson learned’ learned.
They change, eventually.