WHAT HE SAID...

I've known I always wanted to be happy. It has always been my ultimate goal in this life that all I do should make me happy. I did not comprehend the depth of this until someone said to me 'happiness is happiness'. Then it came to me, it is simple, just like the two words side by side. Happiness is a veil that masks your pain. However thick the veil is depends on personal strength to fight a war with the demons within. Being me I'll always over analyze it and I contradicted his words. It is simple but it was complicated like a fisherman's knots. Everlasting happiness is a pipe dream but satisfaction is attainable. Then i was asked, what was happiness to me? What did that very long word mean to me? My answer was simple, love. Love is the building block of life. It is what we base our relationships on. It is what pushes us to do what we do and moulds us to be who we are. Ever wondered why there's a correlation between abused/unloved children and violence? Does it now make sense? Don’t get me wrong, i might not love my boss from work who buys me coffee every morning or the guy who stops to help me change my flat tire in Abuja’s scorching heat but i appreciate them. Appreciation links likeness to the nice stranger i might never see again and at that milli second will make me feel something strong, something deep, something that will certainly bring a smile to my face and leave me with thoughts of him and stories that i’ll relay to friends. But what is that feeling? Is it love? will that feeling bring me joy? is joy equal to happiness? Will I have to love to find  happiness?