Happiness. Strange word, huh? It seems as though it's an unreachable goal. Pessimists don't believe in it. Lonely people daydream about it. Optimists know that it's what's waiting for them.
Everybody goes through hard times. A human being cannot not feel any pain at some point. And what do we do when it happens? Well, we're acting as anybody would: we complain and want people to feel sorry for us. We're seeking attention. And even when we complain about how bad our life is, deep inside, we're kinda glad it is. Here's my point: whenever you're sick or confronted with some problems (a break up, a bad grade, something that someone said and hurt you), you always want these problems to be bigger than everyone else's. Indeed, when your friend tells you 'I don't have any friends', you're like 'Yes, you have her, you have them, you have a lot of people'. You will never accept the fact that someone suffers more than you do. It's normal, you're just a human being.
So what? You're just going to be sad and won't do anything to feel better? Fine. Stop complaining, then. You know, happiness does exist. You just don't see it. What do poor people wish? Well, they wish they could live under a roof 365 days per year and be able to eat whenever they are hungry. Happiness would be a house and food for them. But once you've got everything, what are you expecting? You always want more and it's okay, we live in a consumer society which leads us to want everything and more.
You know, I've been really sad for the past two years, it was the first time that the idea of killing myself went through my mind. Not once, not twice, sadly. A few weeks ago, while I was hanging out with some classmates, I realized that I was so cruel with them, I was angry all the time and I spent my days crying. Sure I didn't want to smile but I decided that I would try to be happy. During a whole week, I smiled, laughed and whenever someone said something that would have normally made me want to punch them in the face, I just kept on smiling. It did work. I did not forget what I was feeling inside, I just tried to think of the great things that were in my life. And for the first time in years, I didn't think of standing in the middle of the road for a car to knock me dead. It was great. I was just enjoying life without being all candid. It didn't last long, though. I'm a human being and I have the same flaw as my father: I am not patient AT ALL and when people piss me off, I get angry veeeeeery easily. But this did teach me one thing: everybody deserves happiness. In fact, everybody is happy, deep inside. Some people just choose not to be. It's all up to you.
And this comes from one of the most pessimistic persons in the world.