“Can a person steal happiness? Or is it just another infernal, infernal human trick?” – The Book Theif.
I’m not sure where I intend to go with this, what the point or objective of it is. So consider this something like the random train of thoughts you get while staring at a blank wall. When your thoughts go from place to place, without direction, jump from one thing to another.
There is no such thing as lasting happiness. Or happiness like the perfection we imagine it to be. A time when you wish for nothing more and hope for nothing else. But it doesn’t work that way, does it?
We tend to associate happiness with the past or the future, only rarely the present. Does happiness only become happiness when we look back at it, or look forward to it? Maybe it’s just because we’re built that way, always looking for more.
And more often than not, we tend to associate our happiness with others. I’m not going to deny that seeing a loved one happy isn’t one of the greatest pleasures, but to rely on someone to make YOU happy, that’s different. And that is where the problem is. We spend our lives finding the perfectly fitting pieces to our jigsaw puzzle. What we don’t realize is that the puzzle was pieced together perfectly in the first place. And all the new pieces that you look for can only add to what you already have. You share your happiness with others, add to their puzzles and let them supplement yours. But you don’t rely on them to fill the spaces and voids, because they’ll never fit in the spaces that must be filled by you.
And how do you get happiness? You steal it. Try to hold on to it like grains of sand slipping through the gaps between your fingers, only not with the feeling of helplessness but with gratitude that it was your fingers they touched. Happiness is just fleeting moments that pass you by in a whim. And all you can really do, is hope and try to cherish them in the short while that they last.