When was the last time you stopped someone and asked if they were happy? Not if they were doing good, but if they were really happy. Not outwardly, not momentarily, not according to what society labels as being happy and fulfilled, but deep within. What about yourself? Have you asked yourself that question lately? Are you happy? Take a moment to think before you answer.
Mothers are the epitome of love and sacrifice and even more so the vessels of wisdom. They are the backbone of their homes and true symbols of strength. They are precious, priceless and would require uncountable poems and songs dedicated to them, to even come close to capturing how special they are. And my mother is not any different.
There is something fascinating about looking up the actual meaning of words to get a better understanding of the root and the context of why a specific term is used the way it is. A look into different dictionaries allowed me to discover a beautiful definition of happiness: "A state of well-being and contentment". Isn't that amazing? That explains humanity's constant pursuit of happiness. Who doesn't want to be in a constant state of contentment? That sounds like a great place to be in.