“We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter;
With some pain is fraught
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought”
(To a Skylark, by Percy Bysshe
Shelley)
So, the complex species that we are, we even search for sweet things in the
tone of profound sadness. Though it stands antagonistic to that we call the
happy state of mind we, for some reasons unexplainable sometimes feel like dive
into the streams of some sad thoughts piled on deep down our heart that we love
to get back to in our self-drawn lonely leisure. There won’t be found on earth
a single one who never searches for happiness either consciously or
unconsciously. But in a robotic and highly mechanized life we hardly stop by
giving a mere think what actually happiness is as the binary opposition to
sadness, or asking our souls if we are really happy or make people think we
are.
Everyone's alone — or so it seems to me.
They make noises, and think they are talking to each other;
They make faces, and think they understand each other.
And I'm sure they don't. Is that a delusion?
( The Cocktail Party )
Very few people try to understand or know how they actually feel and the
rest don’t even try to give a think about their inner-self, nor do they ever
ask themselves if they are alone in the crowd. However loneliness is not the
thing that makes anyone unhappy keeping aside how it appeared to the life of
Mariana in Tennyson’s poetic world. There are times we really feel happy
staying alone far from the madding crowd. Again sometimes we feel sad; you can
term it as a sign of partial or transcendental unhappiness, as Antonio once
felt in the beginning of comedy, The Merchant of Venice by
William Shakespeare. Antonio couldn’t figure out why he was feeling sad despite
having everything one could ever aspire for: money, honor, friend, and favor-
anything to rule over Shylocks of the society. For reasons guessable we may not
let people know to save us from comments like: extravagant, flamboyant or even luxurious
unhappiness. In a situation like that of Antonio we can’t but wear an air of
smile disguising our temporary state of unhappiness.
“It felt sad to know your closest friend got failed but the sadness
gets deeper when you find him topped the merit list.”
No matter if you feel happy or not experiencing something like that, the
fact is you can never ever let others read your face going beyond the surface
meaning. As a reflex action you would mask your inner feelings with such a
profound delicacy as to make people think how happy you are hearing such great
news. This is not the ultimate truth applicable to each and everybody, but
things may happen like this and it’s not all about mere guesstimate.
There goes a saying collected from the classical antiquity: “A man can never be called happy until he brings down his happiness down to his grave.” It’s not likely that you are always happy all through your life. Again it can’t be that you are always pretending to be happy to make people think what you are not. But there may be situations with the possibility to make you act like the happiest person and you deliberately do so sometimes responding to the appeal from the unconscious layer of your mind. And my point is that: stop by for a little while and give a short break to see if your life is just going on with the flow. Try to unearth the upper layer and ask if you are really happy with your life or just dragging it down the end losing the taste of it in the insatiable materialistic hunger. If so, bring about the changes, get back the colors and feel your life in vigor and drink it to the last drop.
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