Sushruti Tripathi writes on hope and the general listlessness that encompasses us students every now and then. Perfect with a hot cuppa.
That feeling we don’t write about often enough.
– Sushruti Tripathi
I always thought that the reason people write more about their
suffering than their joy is because sorrow is a beautiful emotion.
Pain is a feeling that justifies a thousand words written about it.
But very recently, someone said this – "we all write about pain,
because it is easy to write about suffering. But it is very difficult
to let go of that depressing thought and write about happiness.
Embracing happiness is not something everyone has the
courage to do, because people are cynical."
And this made me think. I went through every page of
everything I had written recently, and then I realised something
very strange. I had written a lot about depression, a lot more
about confusion, a little about love, but nothing about being
happy. Just plain simple happy. Why? It is not like I haven't had
happy times recently. Then why have I not penned down
anything that on reading makes me giggle, and laugh? Or just
makes me smile?
Maybe he is right, maybe it is because it is difficult to pen down
the exact emotion called happiness. To write about that warmth
in your heart which makes you smile for no reason, to describe
the ocean of memories behind that silly giggle, to put into words
the overwhelming laughter spree you went on with your best
friend at a random dinner, and to write it all without a constant
feeling of having jinxed it by acknowledging that you are happy.
It takes courage to smile at life and not get cynical. To let go of
the nagging doubt that the happiness will end. To stop thinking
about the despair that awaits once the happiness comes to an
end. We all surprisingly accept that our sorrows may last
forever. But we live with the constant belief that any happiness
that comes our way is but a transitory phase, a passing
moment of joy. Then, if we are always in so much doubt, have
we ever been really happy?
Remember that one moment of unadulterated exuberance. It
could be any memory, the one where you laughed until you
were struggling for breath, or the one where you hugged a kid
at the orphanage and made him smile. Pick out a memory
when you were happy, with no doubt, no cynicism. And relive
that moment. That is what happiness tastes like. Unadulterated.
Pure bliss. And once you get a taste of this intoxicating joy,
you'll never want to be anything but happy.
Of course, you don't have to take it to a whole new level like I
did. For the past few days, I have been smiling to myself like an
idiot. Sometimes, because of the memories playing in my head,
and some other times, because life seems so beautiful. But this
silly smile is here to stay. There is hope. :)
“Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering 'it will be happier'...”
― Alfred Tennyson