You know to me happiness in general not just temporary one but in a long run is when i really have no doubts about things i did and i wouldnt really change the decisions i made if i had to do em again.
I don't think happiness is not wanting to change the things you've done, I've done things I don't want to change, but they definately don't make me happy. I just know that they make me who I am today. I'd say happiness is both fleeting and a permanent thing. You can't be happy all the time because things will happen that really suck, but you can know that it will pass and have a hope and a peace which is a more permanent thing. So I guess I'm saying that "true happiness", to me, is more like hope than anything else.
Realy nice posts. Maybe the happy periods are the periods in witch we doesn't have any inner contradictions or feeling of guilt. Than the people can realy be themselves and can express theirs real feelings and full potential.
Well feelings are a funny thing because a person that really have a life that he should be happy about can be unhappy while a person that really have to strucle might be happy.
Its a feeling and its as much an inner thing than something made by the things we experience. At least thats my take on it.
when I was in my college I think game is happiness,now in spare time I think that sleepping is happiness:)
I don't know how to exactly define happiness. But I feel it when I'm with my loved ones - my friends and my family. I think happiness is a state wherein you feel peace inside.
Kipling may not have defined happiness, but, in my opinion at least, he definately set out so good guidelines for finding it in yourself.
"If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!"