What makes us happy?

Have you ever wondered what truly makes you happy? The chances are that most of us will wonder about this for days together and probably still not find an answer.

We want wealth, success, fame, power, cars, lands, and many many more things. But do they make you happy? Will that give you satisfaction when you die? Face it, we will simply die one day, and it will still be a normal day on Earth. Nothing great will happen to the world. Everyone will mourn for a day or two, and then everyone is back to reality. People back to jobs, children back to schools and whatever you have probably established working fine as usual. Does it make a difference to anyone? Yes, it does to you. Cause you are dead. You are done with all the time you had on the planet. You can do nothing anymore, and you are nothing besides a name tag on a piece of marble or a photo on some wall that no one would really be interested in looking at.

Feel the fear? I guess everyone will. Cause we have been so busy thinking about ourselves, about our needs, our wants, our ego, our pride, our position, our wealth, our, our,our, our, our, mine, mine, mine, mine, me, me, me, me, me, me and yet me again. Tired just reading about this? Did we even wonder about this all this while, when you and me were busy thinking about "me"?

We will all go from this place one fine day. Its like one of those stories where God says "here you are, you can do whatever you want, take a life." We struggled our entire life, learn't new things, fought, achieved, and then finally one day he is like "okay dear time's up." Is it fair? Probably not for most of us. Why not? Because we have taken a lot of pain to reach up till here and no one has the right to take it back from us. Or that's what we think. Did you think about that little bug that was sitting on your hand that you killed without even thinking twice? Was it all its life was worth? It deserved to live, to enjoy the sunshine, the flowers that we see, the breeze that we feel. Do we ever give? Leave aside the insects, plants and animals, cause if I do talk about what we have done to them, we would probably need to put an end to all our activities cause of the guilt that would arise out of this thinking.

Thinking about all this, I wonder what this life is about and why we are here. And it comes back to what makes us happy. The point is whatever makes us happy for our entire life does not give us even an iota of happiness or satisfaction when we die. Then what makes us happy?

Have you ever tried saving the life of a small bug thats dying on a water drop? Have you ever not killed a red ant that just stung you? Have you always been kind to the people around you? Have you ever been giving without even expecting a single thing in return? Have you ever lived even a small fraction of your life, not for yourself but for someone else? Not just a human, but even animals, insects, plants. Have you ever kept aside your ego even when you knew you were wrong? Have you ever controlled our tongues and thought for a second before we hurt someone else? Have any answers? If you have, then you know what I am talking about. The bliss that you feel deep with in you. Its unexplainable. It takes away the fear of death. You no longer worry about anything.

What is this life about? It surely isn't about money, power, position, comfort. Then what is it? Its all about what we give. What we give, comes back to us. Maybe not immediately, but it does, when we least expect it to. Life is all about doing the right thing, being just, being fair. Think about it. Your children can inherit wealth, but they surely cannot buy happiness within their hearts with that wealth, can they? How will they ever get it themselves when they never knew what it felt like? Did we ever teach them that? Did we even think about giving them that?

We are like the small flap of that butterfly that creates wonders around the whole world. Its upto us to decide what we create out of it, a storm that destroys everything, or a pleasant breeze that soothes someone's pain. There is definitely a lot to write about, but there is probably more to think about.

Who and what are we?

I am not trying to scare anyone, but have thought a great deal about this and thought about penning down my thoughts on my blog, where I haven't written even since I created it. Try and visualize what I am trying to put forth out here.

Everyone reading this blog, I am sure must be familiar with the structures of atoms. They consist of a central nucleus and electrons revolving around it. This is as far as we know. now, every matter is made up of billions and billions of these atoms. A single atom is only one fraction of a part that contributes to the matter. Even if it was not there, it would have made no difference, cause the other atoms are still there.

Now before we start imagining, set free your conception of sizes. This is very necessary to understand this crazy concept of mine. Start traveling outwards from your country, continent and the Earth, as if you were traveling in some space ship at an enormous speed. As we travel outwards, we encounter the earth as a round mass orbiting the Sun. Many other planets orbiting the Sun in a similar fashion. Now, if you have departed from the importance of sizes, you will realize that all the planets will almost be of the same size from a distance far away from the solar system. As you continue the journey outwards, you will encounter the other systems just like our solar system, all performing their duties of planets revolving around their respective Sun's.

Now imagine one solar system as an atom. Many 'atoms' now making a galaxy, and many galaxies which now make our universe (as far as we know it). Is it the Universe or is it simply another matter having a size enormous for us to imagine? Suddenly you feel very small. So small that the solar system would fee insignificant, leave alone people varying in heights and sizes in the different continents of the Earth.

Now continuing ahead with this imagination, we can consider, or rather safely assume that atoms and electrons that we talk about are simply smaller versions of the "life" that we ourselves live. Just because we cant magnify to see them, doesn't mean that they don't exist. They exist just like we do, and they are as known to us just like we are known to the part of the bigger world that we are.

So what we simply have is the same systems, working in a concentric manner, one inside the other, one inside the other to an extent so small or an extent so large that our so called 'developed brains' would just simply fail to exist in front of this being. Are we still humans, having an ability to think and perform things as we believe we can, or are we simply point consciousness's trapped in a play of time and form?

This is precisely when we would realize that we are way too small to create a difference in this entity so large that we don't even qualify as a mere dot. We have as much importance in this whole process as an ant has in our lives. (Aren't there creatures smaller than the ant?)

The thinking can go on and on, just like the different worlds that co-exist one inside the other. That brings up another question. Are we really thinking, or are we just a thought process of some other bigger world?