I am fortunate beyond words to have Arthur (5), Darcie (3), and Theo (11-months) in my life. Just thinking about them sends a tingle down my spine. Although they can all – to varying degrees – exhibit classic temper tantrums, usually over seemingly mundane issues such as being unable to eat a packet of sweets before dinner, they nonetheless radiate the most incredible, tangible, and touching examples of happiness. Facially, the signs are unmistakable, audibly too, but more than anything there is an energy that pulsates like the most precious gemstone catching the sunlight. This infant kryptonite is nuclear powered by the innocence that will, alas, begin to erode as they navigate life. The principal slayers of naivety are education and the often-abrupt introductions to the brutality of life where, amongst other things, we discover that those we love aren’t immortal.
This analysis leads me to an inescapable question: what, exactly, is happiness? Framed within an adult perspective, how do I know if I am truly happy? I can think of many occasions when I was unhappy, and moving up the continuum, content. There have been periods where I have been emotionally spent, but I confess that I am struggling to define what happiness truly is, especially when I can easily gauge it within my little chums. Is it simply a state of mind, or is there a physical construct to it all? Is it all about perspective? Or is there a much simpler explanation? Playing Monopoly with hotels on both Mayfair and Park Lane whilst holding all the green and yellow properties takes some beating; or is this more a case of being smug and feeling elevated due to the adverse position of those around you? Right wing politics unashamedly mines division where the adage, “there is always someone worse off than you,” is crucial to the disruptive discord. It may be easy to define this emotion within a literal sense, but how the hell do I know that I have achieved this special level of existence – even if I accept that it may only be a temporary state of affairs?
But one theory in particular resonated with me. Proposed by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, his theory suggests that people are happiest when they are in a state of “flow”— a mental status of complete immersion and involvement in an activity. He suggested that this often happens when individuals are doing something they enjoy and are good at, which provides a sense of fulfilment and intrinsic motivation. For me, being with the famous trio and following Notts County are prominent examples of my “flow,” where I can generally escape the triggering factors that upset and disorientate me. Not a permanent state, but I suppose to appreciate anything positive you need to have felt the polar opposite.
Mindfulness techniques, including meditation, help to focus our thoughts and reduce stress. This can lead to greater emotional regulation and overall well-being. But strong social connections are key factors too in achieving happiness. Spending time with family and friends, building new relationships, and nurturing existing ones and helping out, even when assistance is not readily apparent, can increase happiness by fostering a sense of purpose and connection with others.
In search of additional evidence to complete my understanding of happiness I nevertheless used Facebook to ask my friends to sum up how they know when they are happy? The answers were a little sketchy, epitomised by Gary who simply said, “waking up in the morning.” Maybe my opening statement needed some refining, albeit Marie provided a more detailed analysis: “I forget about problems, the things and people causing them, and am truly in the moment. Pure joy brings a feeling of warmth and contentment and should be treasured. For me it’s principally found in spending time with the most important people in my life, whatever we do and wherever we are.”
But whatever the notion of happiness truly is, I will in the meantime favour just going with the flow!
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