I am always stumped when someone asks me, “Which is the happiest day/moment of your life?” I am never able to come up with a convincing answer. I dismiss the question with some incoherent rambling.
There could be two reasons for this stumped-ness
1) Either I haven’t had a day/moment till date that umm…blew my mind.
2) Or I don’t know quite how to pick up a moment or a day from the deep trenches of my memory that could truly qualify to be the happiest.
So, does that mean that I have never had overwhelmingly-happy moments? It makes me sad to think that way. I have sure had happy moments. But that still doesn’t change the fact that I am not able to pick one.
May be that moment will come when I get something that I truly, truly desire. May be it is just an illusion. May be it is not.
How come some people (celebrities for example) have the perfect-sounding answers to this question? How do they choose one day or one moment from so many days or moments that they might have lived? I don’t know. May be when you achieve a certain level of success (a level that is a benchmark in your mind); you are the happiest you have ever been till that day. Someone may argue that success and happiness are not necessarily related. They can be mutually exclusive. May be. I don’t know.
May be, with time, I will have these answers. Doesn’t time have all the answers?
And in my defence:
When asked which my favourite colour is, I am never able to pick one colour over other either. I feel if I pick one colour, other colours feel left out.
So then does it just boil down to my deformed decision-making skills? If yes, this is definitely not a very flattering discovery.