What is Happiness?

Yesterday, on this very random day of all days whilst trying to rest myself to sleep, shutting my eyes shut and to fall asleep, my feeble attempt rendered me restless for quite some time leaving me plentiful time to ponder about concepts.

What is happiness? I was awake to this question although I knew and I had heard of particular philosophies surrounding existentialist happiness, stoic happiness, hedonist happiness, and frankly, even the Japanese acclaim for happiness, Ikigai.

I thought to myself something else, I thought; there is no happiness there certainly is no grounds for anyone to critically put a finger on a time they were particularly happy in a particular time of a particular day in a particular moment. There isn’t anything to bolster what you’d call happy in from days later by the time that you’d claim you were happy. It made me ponder about concepts of pain and suffering. Was happiness really just an unachievable dream that doesn’t exist? or is it really just the desensitized lack of pain and suffering?

Upon this short session pondering, I decided to leave it here and just opened myself this classic from The Verve, Lucky Man.

Happiness, more or less
It’s just a change in me, something in my liberty