"The Theory of the Happiness Bubble"

*phut*

That's what you hear when a bubble wrap explodes, each tiny bubble making the almost identical noise as it explodes under pressure it finds too tiresome to withstand further. Human happiness is no different either, it's just a bubble wrap that helps you withstand the rigors of daily life, The annoying  tring-tring of the morning alarm, the sweet but shrill instructions of your well wishers, the cacophony discussing nothing and yet everything in public transport ; you withstand all this because the bubble wrap of your happiness allows you to ignore them.Allows you to escape in your own little happy world.

And then one day, the bubble wrap explodes, not creating a noise but a silence. A silence so deep and dark that you find yourself being enveloped by it. People have said it's a void you fall into these times, I disagree.  I feel you become all the more aware. In that mode of deep analysis, you realise things that  might have been better left ignored, but are quiet a realisation nonetheless.

"Being sad" is not an emotion, its just the absence of the bubble wrap that made you ignorant and protected you. What a humbug then to read that Being happy is a state of mind. Why be happy and ignorant rather than being sad and not ignorant. It allows you to live in the present, learn better from the mistakes of the past and not repeat them in the future.

Come to think of it, "Being sad" is a even better bubble wrap.It's like  one of those giant bubble wraps that surround really expensive products, It removes you from the world.Protects you like nothing else does. And in a way so much lowers your expectations from the world that you no longer have to face a variety of complex emotions like disappointment, jealousy etc.

Makes sense? Well it does to me now, but I know me and sooner than later I had be all excited and happy only to listen a giant *phut* and come crashing back to the netherworld. But knowing about the sadness bubble wrap (copyright) , I feel like having a sort of parachute strapped onto me.

Maybe, being sad ain't all that bad.