Where does happiness come from? And more importantly, where does happiness go? Is there a way to understand why we feel the way we do? Some mornings are so dull that it’s a pity the sun showed up on time. Some days are so exciting that by the time the much awaited moments arrive, we are already exhausted. Like planning a dinner for school friends only to realize that the dinner is no match for the excitement you harboured before the dinner. Where is happiness located in this equation? If e=mc2, what is the expected speed of sadness? When will it arrive? Unfortunately, compared to happiness, sadness always runs on time. The greater question, as always, is, why does sadness overstay its welcome?
Waiting for a Christmas miracle?
Waiting for a Christmas miracle?
Waiting for a Christmas miracle?
Where does happiness come from? And more importantly, where does happiness go? Is there a way to understand why we feel the way we do? Some mornings are so dull that it’s a pity the sun showed up on time. Some days are so exciting that by the time the much awaited moments arrive, we are already exhausted. Like planning a dinner for school friends only to realize that the dinner is no match for the excitement you harboured before the dinner. Where is happiness located in this equation? If e=mc2, what is the expected speed of sadness? When will it arrive? Unfortunately, compared to happiness, sadness always runs on time. The greater question, as always, is, why does sadness overstay its welcome?