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Reflection About Happiness

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When I was around nine years old I lived in California. It was nothing fancy; we lived in a standard house and I attended the elementary school I was zoned to. I was in the choir, too. The choir was, if my memory does not fail me, a combination of fourth, fifth, and sixth graders. That year the teacher had decided to use the song “Happiness” from the Broadway musical You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown. While it was not a very good rendition of the piece, it stayed with me throughout the years. For a long time I believed that happiness could be found in objects, in buying plastic things that I would throw away a year later. But the song’s catchy and meaningful lyrics stayed in the back of my mind, providing me with a gentle reminder that my happiness did not necessarily have to come from owning things. Despite popular belief, happiness is not something that is bought. Happiness is not palpable. Up until a year ago, I believed that in order to be truly happy a person had to have massive amounts of money and materialistic products that did nothing to make them happy. Though that may be the case for some, I found that happiness is not often found in the amount of clothes a person has, or the price tag of their home or car. Happiness is not measured in dollars, or how many properties a person owns, or even how much their house is worth. Happiness, to me, is a feeling that is found in people, memories and moments. When I think of the word happy I see my grandparent’s house. The

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