1. Happiness is usually felt, not seen.
As a self-proclaimed drama king, I usually get all my emotional jolt from the feels. I mostly and usually swoon over things inside my head.
What I realized from my #100happydays experience is that, the happiest days or moments of my life can’t really be captured in a still. It is usually a collection of all my senses. I usually am extremely happy when I hear a song, when I smell a good cologne, when I touch an extremely soft skin, when I walk under the glorious rays of the setting sun while the wind is playing softly with my hair (or what’s left of it). Happiness exists in these moments where I’m radiating with gladness.
The truth of the matter is 90% of my happiness can’t really be captured in a photo. It’s the wind, the way the warmth of the sun interacts with my skin, it’s the feeling of being excited, of being alive. And no machine, gadget, technology, algorithm or online-wizardry can ever capture that. It’s inside of me, deep rooted inside my veins, hidden, and can only be accessed, seen and reproduced inside my head.
2. Other people won’t get it why I’m happy with this, with that.
I am genuinely happy with the weirdest things. I usually swoon over a falling leaf, get bedazzled by how a trash or a candy wrapper compliments the floor. Yes, I am that weird.
Putting a #100happydays on your post doesn’t guarantee that people will automatically ignore the underlying context of your happiness. It’s still, at the end of the day, a shared photo and by all means people can fire up their cannons and flak that high-flying happiness of yours.
The whole experience made me realize that none of my happiness won’t ever make sense to other people. Happiness is highly subjective. And to think that by some #miracle all stars will align is sheer modern stupidity.
My happiness is my own happiness and by all means won’t make other people happy. True happiness doesn’t have to conform to others’ liking. Happiness is unique to its owner, snobbish to its spectator.
3. I am generally happy as is.
I’m your typical happy guy who can literally scratch happiness out from any surface I can touch. I am always happy about anything, everything! And I think posting a particular “happiness” in a day kind of overshadows those little moments of happiness that made my core glow. After posting numerous numbers of happiness, I started to question the very reason why I’m doing it. Ain’t it a universal rule to be generally happy? Are we all too busy and generally sad that we need a hashtag to help us realize that we are, in fact, happy?
4. Being always on the lookout for the “big one” unlinks you with the universe.
#100happydays sure does motivate everyone to go out there and be happy. But being always on the lookout for that big, shiny, happy moment of the day really consumed all my attention and unlinked me emotionally with the universe. I became a happiness gold-digger, constantly chipping away dust, pebbles, and daily grime in search for that shinny and visually appealing happiness.
Doing the #100happydays made me realize that it is all but unfair to pick a particular happiness out from hundreds in a day. Happiness, no matter how big or small, made an impact, made history, made you glow, and affected others. Glamorizing one is an insult to the universe, to god and to yourself.
5. Happiness strikes quickly.
With the onslaught of ultra-high-speed Internet connections, blinding-fast processors and smart-ass image processing capabilities of our smartphones, we think technology can do anything. Sadly, they’re all incapable of capturing those swift and blinding moments of happiness.
A bad-ass Bentley doing 200KPH on the freeway, a funny billboard you see while riding a fast moving train, that priceless look on a mother’s eye while she’s tossing her kid up in the air. All these swift moments of radiance make us joyous and happy and it’s an insult, again, to the universe to look away from this millisecond’s worth of magnificence just to set up that damn smartphone of yours.
Life’s most genuine moments of happiness are those that usually happen within a blink of an eye, without any screen in between you and the magnificence, and with no buttons to push.
6. Sharing my happiness doesn’t make me any happier
I think, it comes along with online maturity, but at some point, the magnifying effect of sharing your happiness with your cyber-brethren will soon fade and die. It only took me 3 #100happydays posts to realize that sharing a snapshot doesn’t in any way make me happier.
Happiness for me is a private and personal experience with the universe. And gaining a thousand likes from my #100happydays post wont ever make the sky bluer, my food tastier, the sunset lovelier, or myself happier at that moment.