Unspoken words in proses.

What is 'happiness'?

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Someone just ask me, 'For you, what is happiness?'

I suddenly leaned on my chair to think carefully about this. What is happiness? To be honest, I don't know. Maybe it is a thing that just exists but never experienced? Or perhaps it does not exist at all?

But then, I seemingly found the answer when I look around me. I see nature. I see people. I see the world. Does it count as happiness? Does this nature which calms my trouble mind and is good enough to bring me light when my day is tough— counts as happiness? Perhaps for me— it does.

But does people counts as one of those? Because for me— it also does.

I just know it does— for I think happiness is something that I cannot define yet I could feel; just like when I am the most contented when I'm with you whenever we spend time— whenever your face brightly shines. At first I didn't consider it as happiness not until I feel something inside that any words and languages could not explain.

Deep in thoughts, I have come into the final conclusion to this question threw at me— It is that thing we called 'happiness' cannot be really explained; something we just feel right at the moment— something confusing; something that hides within. It just exist when we are contented. It just exist out of nowhere; without warning, without us noticing.

"Happiness is only and confusingly defined by something that is undefined."