27 July 2013

Why is it that when...

something good and happy happens to someone, a hundred viewpoints pop up questioning their happiness? Statistics are put forth about the sorrow and suffering in the world, debates are held on happiness versus deprivation, arguments fly about randomly about happiness in a world full or sorrow and suffering, and on and on and on...

Actually, very few people can be happy with and in anyone else's happiness...as if to be happy is a sin...it's wrong...pondering over the horrible state of the world is the only thing to spend time on...thinking about the suffering millions all the time is the virtuous thing to do...tearing happy people apart and making it seem as if there is no justification for their very existence is the right thing to do....but just to be happy with and in someone else's happiness?.....never....

What has brought this line of thinking on is the birth of the royal baby. That little baby, like all other babies (forget the countries where babies especially girl children are not welcome and where their birth is greeted with unhappiness and dread), has brought so much happiness to his parents and their families.... He doesn't know he's royalty...he doesn't know the condition of the world....he is just a little baby with his own little special place in the sun. Surely one can, no matter how sad or deprived one is, allow the parents their happiness...try and be happy for them, and with them?

 A baby is a gift that Life gives those who are his/her parents. A baby is just that - a teeny weeny bundle of joy, whether royalty or born in the lowliest of slums, normal or with a problem, naturally born or adopted....

Being happy in another's happiness doesn't come easy because it means going out of yourself and becoming for that moment a part of someone else's life....but if you can do that, then for that one brief moment you forget your own condition, indeed derive strength from that happiness to go on....it's like seeing a shooting star.....the happiness lingers brightening things....