Happiness

Happiness is an unimaginably abstract and an unnervingly short lived emotion of us human beings. Also, pretty depressingly, happiness often tends towards being endlessly relative that it more often than not evades a rational and comprehensively cognitive examination by the conscious brain. So, do I mean most of us, the human race, fail abjectly at understanding happiness? Perhaps.
An unassuming UFO sauntering in the upper troposphere above the earth as a part of its monotonous and understandably boring light yearly routine of capturing live feed of happenings on earth would be shocked to disbelief on hearing people's seemingly endless expectations and anticipations about happiness, if UFOs really understood our mind bogglingly complex languages.

So, how do we as humans understand happiness?

Is there a mystery yet unraveled, which is more closer, more intimate and more lovingly ingrained into human psyche than this? Do we, like immaculate automatons with floating point precision, quite unabashedly pound our breasts in exaltation over our success in brilliantly concieving a definition for happiness that reeks of febrile odours of money, fame and deceit? Yes we do! And our accomplishments are unmatched at that.

Cannot we define happiness in a less physical, less materialistic way? Doesn't our definition of happiness transcend?

A new owner of a Merc proudly splashes along his new toy's pics across his blogs, communities and forums only because he is pretty sure of the not-so-small band of the relatively poor humans who cannot proudly splash the pics of their toys. Why would I splash the pics of my new Hero Honda Splendor 100cc with elecric start and 85 kmpl mileage? I wouldn't. For very few rickshaw pullers and auto drivers log into online communities or have gmail accounts to appreciate my immeasurable pride of owning a toy.

So, does it essentially mean that, going by our definition of happiness, someone needs to be relatively less happier for us to be happy? Are we the progeny of the demonaic satans of the darkest recesesses of the underworld which wish for the unhappiness of the many and the happiness of the few, the us? No. We are not.

Bt why do we still stick to the moolah-ic definition of happiness?