‘Are you happy?’ I have been asked by a somewhat friend today. Twice. What kind of question is that? And, don’t get me wrong, but if it was Osho seating in front of me, asking the same question with his serene face expression and affirming voice I would feel different about it.
But when you live in NYC and are asked this by a person who looks in distress (like all New Yorkers do unless they make it to Hamptons for the weekend and you might catch a smile and a ‘thank-you-God’ expression on their faces for once) what is it that you answer? What is happiness after all?
Is it like being good-looking? The best beautiful people who are truly beautiful are the ones that don’t know how beautiful they are. The best rich people are the ones that are humble. The wisest are not the ones who think they know everything… So is it, that maybe saying you are happy and naming all your amazing successes in life really is rubbing off into someone’s face your true misery, trying to get them to believe you, so they get into the endless rat race with you?
In that case – no. No, I’m not happy. I am work in progress. Always. I’ve always just arrived and leaving for the next destination. There are always things that can be improved and things that are exactly perfect the way they are at any given moment of time.
Here comes Farrah Fawcett Hair song by Capital Cities. As I was running today in the park enjoying this song everything was perfect: the view, Jackie O. reservoir, the fireflies, the mice running right by my side, tourists interrupting for directions to places they are not sure of existence of at all (like dude, I’m RUNNING, and because I’m polite I WILL interrupt my workout for you), so yeah… perfect like people going in the wrong direction (facing the joggers) and beautiful, beautiful dark blue sky with a hint of pink over New York’s old gorgeous buildings and finely lit skyscrapers, the ducks swimming in reservoir and couples holding hands.