My Definition of Happiness and The Importance of Happiness to Me

Being happy and making others happy is of utmost importance to me and constitutes to my philosophy and way of life. My definition of “happy” is being carefree and untroubled. It means forgetting worries for a short or extended time period. Constantly having worries is burdensome and there is no purpose in doing things that cause unhappiness. Personally, having a fulfilling life means living a happy one. In addition to feeling happy by enjoying what I do, I derive happiness and satisfaction from making positive changes to people’s lives in the moment or long run.

Being a “useful” person by doing something for people is imperative as I fear becoming a “useless” person who does not contribute or make an impact while living. Being able to see results and impact of my actions affirms me that I am on the right track of life. I love joking around and making people laugh to lighten the mood, especially with my animated mannerisms. Regarding making others happy, I aim to the “happy pill” who can lift people’s mood by making them forget about their problems momentarily by making them smile or laugh more. In short, I want to add joy to people’s lives. To make a positive impact on others in the long run, rather than just making people forget about worries momentarily, I want to make more tangible differences by helping others as much as possible, as long as it is within my limits.

Being brought up as a happy child I am very blessed to have come from a family who supports what I want to do. My happiness was my parents’ priority. While growing up, my father always told me, “as long as you are happy, everything is good. ” Being brought up in a way that granted me to do what I love has led me to prioritise happiness. From a young age, I was an expert at doing quirky things to make my family laugh. Initially, my comical acts were merely the natural way I act. Slowly, I looked for positive reactions from my family. Receiving such reactions to my gimmicks made me ecstatic. Slowly but surely, making others smile snowballed into my purpose of life. About helping others as much as possible, I was mostly influenced by my father. When I was around 5, we were in the car and saw a lady struggling to push a grandma in a wheelchair over the curb to cross the road. My father stopped the car at the side of the road and got off to help push the wheelchair over the curb. This was particularly striking as he did not ignore what he saw and did his best to help even if it meant going out of the way. Doing small acts of good goes a long way and will affect lives one way or another.