you asked, “Are you happy?”
I eavesdropped into your thoughts and you asked, “Are you happy?” It was a question of yours, not intended for me. Still, I consumed your question, or rather it consumed me, and it devoured my every thought. You did not want a response of simplicity, a mere yes or no, but you sought a reply that hid in my core. I was unable to retort, your query silenced me. My mind could not comprehend the question at hand, “Are you happy?” What is your definition of happy? Is happiness a state of content, joy, bliss, delight, or peace?
I took your question, and consciously pondered my response. I looked at my life like never before. This lead to a conversation with my inner self…I have everything I need. “But are you happy?” I have been blessed abundantly. “But are you happy?” I have good health. “But are you happy?” I am surrounded by loving, wonderful people. “But are you happy?” I have nothing to complain about. “But are you happy?” I have everything I should want. “But are you happy?” I don’t know.
There’s more I want. There’s more I have to give. There’s more to me than what you see. In my soul I hold something that I don’t understand. It’s so overwhelming and powerful, that at times consumes and exhausts me. There is something bigger, more profound waiting for me. I cannot be still until I reach it. But then I ask, “Will that be enough? Will that make me happy?” I know I’m not unhappy. Though, I’m not satisfied either. I live fearing that I’m missing out on something, in which my only opportunity will pass by. It’s not a question of being happy, but of being content with what I have, instead of longing for what I want.
In your thoughts you asked, “Are you happy?” After contemplating, I replied, “I don’t know.”
