To Be Happy for No Reason
I just stared at him, mesmerised and totally captivated. A question popped into my head. Where does all this crazy energy comes from?
He had been running around, circling me on the bed. Half way in every round, he face-planted himself on the bed, on purpose. Then he got up and ran again. All the while, squealing, giggling and laughing uncontrollably.
Strangely, I had this bubbly feeling watching him just going round and round and round and I couldn’t help it. I laughed too.
I caught him in my arms, he tried to wiggle free and managed to extricate himself and off he went again, round and round and round.
I laid down and call for a break. “Are you not tired?” I asked him. He just shook his head comically and he started to plop his little bums on my belly. Then he stood up and sat on my belly again. He did this repeatedly while squealing, giggling and laughing.
It was impossible not to feel all giggly and lighthearted.
It was the first time I learned an important lesson about happiness from a 2-year-old.
Happiness is simple.
Happiness is effortless. Happiness is what you make of it. As children, we understood this. We hadn’t earned money yet, we didn’t have tons of followers on Instagram yet or however you measure your happiness now. We didn’t even know the very definition of happiness or how we will define our happiness in the future.
Yet we were happy without doing or owning anything specific. We laughed for the silliest reason and we were naturally happy.
I’m not sure if I ran around someone and face-planted myself on the bed, I’ll be as happy as my best friend’s 2-year-old son.
I want to learn to be a child again. I want to learn how to be ridiculously happy for no reason. I want to learn how to laugh and just be merry for the smallest thing.
Happiness should be effortless.
I think the little boy I played with has been my best (youngest) teacher in happiness.