the dots of happiness

Shit. I got homework to do. “Write about happiness”. 

I open the window. The sun is giving me its last warm rays. ‘Summer is getting closer’, I think. Here's the World’s Happiness story.

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When Happiness was born it was a sunny day in the city called World. I am pretty sure about that. It came out in a half-moon shape completed by two dots. Nobody could say in which order they came out.

Dot, half moon, dot.

Half moon, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, half moon.

Trying to identify the shape of Happiness was a real question mark in the World. Finally, some endorphins took over and declared that Happiness was born as a double dot plus half moon shape. They called it “smile”. At the beginning the whole World did not love Happiness so much so it was wasted away randomly, in any possible manner. In no time, the whole World was full of Happiness. Kisses were full of Happiness. Houses were full of Happiness. People were full of Happiness. Until the point that it started getting lighter and lighter. Weaker and weaker. The more Happiness was spread around, the less it was perceived. Suddenly the World was not able to feel it anymore. To be fed by it. To be overwhelmed by it. And, surprisingly, just as when Happiness had become less present, the World started to love it. To miss it. To need it.

Doctors in the World started prescribing drugs in the hope of gaining some rare spells of Happiness. Meantime, endorphins were starving at the World’s corners and asked for help. Serotonins came to help releasing the pain. It was a temporary relief though, and soon it came to an end. Happiness had become so thin, almost invisible that none in the World could reach it anymore. Day by day, the light faded away. And took the half-moon shape with it. 

The smile was over. The double dots found themselves alone in the dark World. Without their half-moon they were nothing. They were lighter, but meaningless. They were scared. They learnt that when there's too much of Happiness around it becomes a habit. It becomes granted. Till the point the World thinks that it doesn't have to feed it any longer, as if Happiness could feed itself on its own.

The lonely dots built up a fake half-moon shape and went on hanging around in the darkness of the World wearing a fake smile. At last, the World became full of fake smiles, all cheerfully waving at each other.

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Happiness. How naive.