A few years ago, the Wellington College introduced new "happiness lessons" (conducted by Cambridge University professors) to its students. My English teacher, passionate about psychology "and stuff," told us to design a happiness lesson or write an essay on why we can't do so. As most of the students, I chose the other option.
It's not that happiness lessons are impossible to conduct. It's not that I'm too lazy to spend my time trying to design one. It's that I thought the task would be easy and enjoyable, but after a few days of thinking about it, it occurred to be a little bit confusing and... well, harder than I ever thought.
Yes, I could make a really nice lesson about what scientists think about happiness and how they define it. I could prove everything with some psychological research, various graphs and lots of surveys. But the truth is, there is no reason for me to do this. Not a single student from the whole class would be interested! (Fine, maybe there are some people who are THAT desperate, but I seriously doubt that.) Then what should I do?
I'm this idealistic kind of person. According to me, happiness comes from everyday life. It's a choice, it's a state of mind. It's learning how to enjoy little things in life -- like hot tea during a cold day, a nice text from someone you like or simply having a good night sleep. Happiness is a way of living. And everyone, the rich and the poor, the lucky and the unlucky, can follow. It's also about finding your passion and making it your purpose. But the truth is that there is a drawback in this kind of approach. It's that not everybody agrees with it. That's because everyone has a different definition of happiness. Some people claim that only success or money can make them happy. I don't share their opinion but I have to respect it. Even if years after achieving (or not achieving) their goals, they will find out, that the reason of them being unhappy, lies somewhere else. Somewhere too far from where they are.
I'm 16 years-old. I experienced many different things in my life but in comparison to some older people, it's not too much. I'm none of a Cambridge professor (yet?) or a high-qualified happiness-specialist. I found my happiness already as I'm both enjoying my life and trying to pursue my dreams, but the question is... how will you find yours?