Happiness is an elusive, but not unattainable state of bliss. This week we are publishing two distinctive, yet oddly similar essays on how happiness feels inside. The first is by our editor, Masha Chernitskaya, and reflects a teen's understanding of the thrill and shock of finding happiness. The second work is from 2004, by Christine Peake, and reflects a mother's epiphany of suddenly finding the gift happiness in a period of self-reflection. We hope that the juxtaposition of these two inspirational works brings happiness to our readers.
I had an epiphany today, I sat on my door step feeling the Ocean breeze blow up the Avenue in which I lived. Nothing spectacular happened. The sunset was not as amazing as usual. But I felt something I had not felt in a long time. I felt content. I was truly happy.
I asked myself, "Is anybody happy?"
"If they were, would they know it?"
My son was playing in his toy ravaged bedroom with his two new friends. The neighborhood was quiet aside from the occasional jogger. Plus the screams of happiness and Peter Pan playing in the background.
I'm not quite sure when I stopped laughing loudly I think it may happened in my teens, it could have been younger, I have either simply forgotten or chose to forget.
Childhood is a heated cauldron of family feuds and reconciliations. Hearing my Mother sob as she searched for an impossible solution to her debt and the struggles of raising five children alone. comforted only in the knowledge that my father was an asshole. He became a bigger one when he gave all his time to his new family and newly adopted children, or so I thought. Because I found happiness in a relationship with an incredible woman, Joan. Sometimes you think you're losing a parent, when in actual fact, I was gaining one. I never understood things then, but of course, being a kid, I knew it all. I became the 'surrogate daughter' of all my friends parents in Grammar school as I SEARCHED for the ideal family that I thought I was entitled to.
I planned my escape, my exit out of my home. I strove for a life without struggle. I made a solemn promise to myself that I wound NEVER be a single parent. NEVER, no matter what. I yearned for the picket fence. I would never sit on the fence. No, not me, I would go and find the fence.
I left the north of England and headed to London, here in America everybody heads to Hollywood or New York.
Life changed quickly in London, I succeeded in a modeling career that came so easily to me that I never really appreciated it. I SEARCHED for recognition. I felt a false sense of success as I was recognized in the street and received fan mail, many of which I never even answered.
I then came to America, here I SEARCHED for LOVE.
I found it. He died. Leaving me his beautiful son.
I could ramble on forever in my self serving "feel sorry for me" attitude that has consumed me for the past four years (grief also played a part, but I have chosen to let that go along with the insecurities).
I now have a beautiful gift and a heart that is over flowing in gratitude to GOD for my blessings.
I have stopped SEARCHING. The search is over.
I now know that that which we search for is sometimes so distracting that we fail to see the simple gifts of love and joy that are placed in front of out eyes everyday.
My SEARCH is over.
I have a child, a home, friends, a job with a great boss, a great school to take my son, and friends to share my good fortune.
It is not where I thought I would find happiness. But sometimes we look too hard.
It takes years to find happiness. You can search and search. But I will tell you this one thing I have learnt.
If you find it within yourself, it appears everywhere.
I wish YOU luck on your search. Until next time, "don't look too hard, you may miss it."