I sometimes sit on the sweetness of my bed and think about the world, decisions, problems being personal or professional ones and I realize a sad truth. Humans cannot manage to find happiness as they might think they can. I explain my statement: one can actually find happiness, the problem with this is that most of the times we do find happiness, but we do not see it, neither understand it until it is too late, or we’ve lost it.
I thought of this as my life has passed through, remembering the time when I was such a little boy that yet didn’t know how awful and cruel the world can be and I would think of it as “how my mother won't let me go outside alone to play?”
I remember how every single day I would go to my grandparents house and see my family, cousins, aunts, and uncles. I remember now when my uncle who’ve been nothing but a father to me, would call me and tell me to gear up because we would go and buy food for the night.
I remember with tears in my eyes, how I would rage and would express with an angry face how much I didn’t want to go, to what now I would even pay and sacrifice anything to relive again, or just see my uncle, just see him…..
That’s when I realize how we as humans can only understand that we’ve been happy before just when it’s usually over, that’s why I claim that we humans “Cannot manage to find happiness.”
Just as I see it, I find it amusingly interesting and humorous how we always say things such as “Find or pursuit happiness,” but we never understand what truly happiness is; how it has so many different meanings, how it is something different for everyone, some might find happiness on simple things, such as just eating others might find it at others thing, like just drinking.
That’s why we don’t usually find happiness, we are to blind to understand what is just in front of us, all the time.
Happiness is similar to perfection, perfection is unreachable but is right there, in front of us, all the time. Happiness is just in front of us, but we as mortals, we are to blind to notice it, just as me, not noticing how happy I was walking around a badly pavemented ground, with mosquitoes making my skin look like an eruptive volcano full of red colors alongside my uncle, at moments like this ones, when I set to think, I sometimes cry, but realize how curious our lives can sometimes become.
Learning from things like this makes me admire philosophy, but sadly it as well doesn’t relieve me, nor does it let me sleep. To this I just think and say thanks to the universe, because in an ocean of naiveness sometimes my thoughtfulness boat can find an island of wisdom, and I can open my eyes to what not so many people can.
I try to keep this information in my mind all the time, but as always, I forget about it when I most should not, and then I see again how humans are creatures that live out of their naiveness, but how also they can still move on. I just wish sometimes we could teach this to our people.
Thinking of this, as the fact that if this world would appreciate more the beauty of the home, the family over things such as wealth, the world would be a merrier world to live in, sadly not everyone acknowledge this type of things, for which at least I try to acknowledge it to my friends and family, because I suffer from not seeing my happiness when I had it, and it truly hurts, that’s why to me, time and family is the most two important things of the world we live at.
I try to live by the values I’ve learned from my experiences, and from the advice of others, listen carefully and be happy.This doesn’t mean to conform with everything life gives you, always seek for better, but don’t confuse seeking for better with being unhappy. Life is too short to waste it being unhappy, live it as happily as you can and always try to learn and grow from your experiences.
I was inspired by a friend. I was talking to my friend about life, and he told me that I should write that somewhere because it was unbelievable to him that I had such deep thoughts and I didn’t save them. After he told me that, I decided to write about my thoughts, so I wrote about it.
I first wanted to emphasize that this was something I thought of while I was doing my usual activities, such as sleeping or just sitting and thinking. After I was done with that, I tried to explain why and from where I started getting those thoughts, this way the reader can understand where my thoughts come from, and by the end I tried to make it easier for people to understand what statement my thoughts try to send.
I really enjoyed reading this piece and reading the philosophical views. After reading this piece I started to think and realize he’s right. I’ve had moments where I didn’t appreciate what I had but when it was gone I missed it. I wished I could do it one more time but it’s too late. For the most part you realize you appreciate things until after it’s gone. When he said “ I remember with tears in my eyes, how I would rage and would express with an angry face how much I didn’t want to go, to what now I would even pay and sacrifice anything to relive again, or just see my uncle, just see him” it really struck out to me. It really showed how he appreciated and loved something but not only after he lost it. He was raged with anger at the moment but after wishing he could have a moment like that again. The philosophical view really struck out to me and I enjoyed reading this piece. It felt like I was reading and reflecting about myself at the same time.
--Junior Gonzalez
This essay I could actually really relate to. The author makes you really feel and think as he did/does when he wrote this piece and make me think because I have also had those thoughts in times where I wasn't happy at that moment. I liked how he lets the reader really think and picture what hes saying with metaphors and imagery, really painting the picture. I really enjoyed this short read, since it hit kinda close, and it showed me that there are others that think the same.
--Pedro Orta