Happiness
Monday, 18th May 2020
Happiness, like a rainbow 
Happiness, like a rainbow, is ephemeral, transient, evanescent, intriguing, alluring, beguiling, fascinating, seductive but for the most part, immeasurably and out of reach.
As a baby I experienced happiness when cuddled, kissed, loved and cared for in a secure environment. My appearance, the country I hail from, the religion we adhered to, was unconditionally accepted.The spectrum of my rainbow of happiness was all embracing.
In childhood I was mesmerised when I glimpsed the kaleidoscope of rainbow colours momentarily arching across the sky. I wondered if people hurried off to to find the promised pot of gold.
Later, I learnt that scientists concluded that rainbows are composed of myriads of colours formed when light is refracted and reflected in raindrops.
I wondered if happiness viewed through life’s prism is released in microscopic droplets.
When I matured, I became conscious of my background. As I merged into society I noticed individual divergences. It was similar to differentiating between rainbow colours. Although separate, violet merges into indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, and many hues between.
Reaching adulthood, it seems that happiness is subjective. That my perception of the rainbow of my happiness depends on the feasibility that my aspirations can be fulfilled. The notion that, if I accept my lot in life, maybe I will enjoy a modicum of happiness.
It’s not surprising that during this pandemic the rainbow has been universally the adopted symbol of our longing for happiness. Since coronavirus is indiscriminate of status, race or religion, nations hopefully will become interdependent and united in searching for happiness. Each Thursday evening when we acknowledge our appreciation of key workers, perhaps we are reminded of Kamakawiwoʻole’s version of ‘Somewhere over the Rainbow,’ suggesting that high up high … troubles melt and dreams really do come true.
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