SCORE: Faded || Alan Walker
…What does happiness mean to you?
When a good friend asked me this, it seemed like one of those questions that had an easy response but I found that I couldn’t answer. At first, I thought it was because I was distracted so I stopped what I was doing and tried again but an answer was as forthcoming as trying to figure out what possessed me to thinking that NYSC would be exciting 😪Anyway, it’s 3:24am and even though I’m sure by 6am my definitions might’ve changed, I need to write this: not because the beautiful Butterflymind asked me, but because I’m still unable to give myself an answer I’m satisfied with so I’m hoping writing would help.
My best friend has been away from home for the last 10 months because he thinks he needs another Master’s degree and I make sure I go see his mom at least once a week to check on her and help out if I can; buy fuel, change bulbs, service the gen or whatever; the little things so she doesn’t miss her son too much.
I remember how I felt the morning she called me on my way to work and thanked & prayed for me. Humbled & overwhelmed because I didn’t think I was doing anything special, I definitely felt happy the next time I swung by. Memories of that banga & pounded yam still make my mouth water.
Happiness is waking by 7 on a Saturday, not having to worry about traffic, strolling to the kitchen to fix breakfast and finding that bae has a tray with freshly toasted bread covered with unsalted Kerrygold butter, poached eggs with bacon strips and a huge glass of milk/orange juice.
It is leaving work late and inwardly groaning at the thought of traffic and then meeting none. It is the feeling that envelopes you as you listen to C2C’s ‘Down The Road‘ as you enjoy Third mainland bridge at 2am.
Happiness is spending a day with friends who are family, arguing about what to watch between ‘Cape Fear’ (1957), ‘Finding Nemo‘ or Insidious, playing ‘Jackpot’ to decide and ending up watching all…or none because at some point, you all felt like pizza and decided to go get some and that turned to a restaurant-hopping adventure.
Happiness is singing in the shower as loud as you can and thinking to yourself “damn I got a great voice”.
Happiness is that giddy feeling you have as you leave the bank, after depositing some money in bae’s account. Not because you sent her money but because you know she’d smile and blush when she gets a credit alert from ‘Coldstone’, having told you earlier in the day that she was cranky because she was stuck at home, was broke and was craving ice cream.
It is that feeling you get when you wonder why you didn’t just send money to her from your phone then you smile to yourself in answer because you know that the smile on her face when she saw the depositor’s name was totally worth the stress.
Yup. Happiness is great food and credit alerts 😬
But it’s also so much more.
It is living a life, not void of mistakes but without regrets, knowing that everything that’s happened to you made you the awesome person you are. It is basking in the euphoria that accompanies a risk that paid off and taking the positives when it doesn’t.
It is knowing that if you died on the morrow, you know without a doubt that you’ve made somebody smile, not because you are Bovi-esque but because at some point in their lives, your words or life or presence got them through a tight spot. It is knowing that you will be sorely missed, if not by all, by one.
Happiness is satisfaction. It is love. It is great food, awesome novels and beautiful music. It is Jon Bellion’s ‘Human Condition’ + Dan Brown’s ‘Inferno’ + an awesome couch.
Happiness is all these things and so much more but let me stop here.
Like love, happiness is different things to different people…
…What is happiness to you?
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