He has so much energy within him. He is happy. He doesn’t even realise what’s going on around him. He’s in a bubble. I want to be in a bubble.
The sad thing is that, one day, he will grow up and be my age and feel like everything around him is falling apart. He will feel like he cannot carry on because he thinks the petty issues of high school are the most important things. He won’t be in a bubble anymore. He won’t be as happy as he is. He won’t be happy at all. This concept of happiness. This concept of true happiness that is written all over his little face. It is in the way he walks, in the way he runs. In the way he says, ‘mama.’ It’s in his smile, in his cries, in his little, little hands. A little person who has everything that everyone else around him is madly seeking.
If we can be happy when we are young, what happens along the way? Is it that our happiness as we grow older is characterized by more materialistic objects, in things that we know we cannot obtain. Could it be that we have lost the true sense of happiness and replaced it with money, cars and houses? His happiness lies in being around those he truly loves. His happiness is in being held in his mother’s arms. His happiness is in knowing that there are people around him, watching him along the way. He knows he is okay. Yet as we grow older, the love and appreciation for family seems to lose its importance.
I guess it’s the fact of life and coming of age that we get to a stage where we know about more. He only knows his parents’ love, nothing more. We know more so we tend to find more reasons as to why we should have more, why we deserve to have more to ensure our happiness. We’re stuck repeating, “I’ll be happy when.” Happiness, true happiness, isn’t about getting what we want, it’s about loving and appreciating what and who you have around you and being grateful for that. It took watching a little boy for an hour to help me realise that.
-- Mwaita Faith B,