The Moments; My Godbrother

The moments, those moments with you were wonderful. I remembered the times when we were eccentric and imitating Miss Swan, the tickling, the funny voices we made, the matchmaking sessions we had for Dallas and Roy, the times when I accompanied you to do your homework, the days when I had to pick you up from school.

These were the moments I cannot forget, too hard to forget. These were special moments. I was touched when you stood up for me and you protected me a stranger in the bus who tired to take advantage of me. You consoled me.

But the one thing that I could not figure out was why were you such a pessimist and those malicious insults you hurled on others even though sometimes you were joking. They were truly hurtful.

Till one day, I could stand no longer and I say those few words that changed everything.

One thing, the one thing about you was that you never seem happy.

True happiness is such a rare commodity that the whole of the world is continuously seeking it and failing to find it. All the people, who we consider to be the best in their fields, are seeking it too and failing to acquire it.

The most brilliant of the scientists, the most gifted of artists, the most talented of poets and authors, the wealthiest businessmen, the most powerful rulers, the greatest achievers in any field - all of them have been striving for it all their lives and failed to have it. Why is happiness such an elusive thing? Is it that it cannot simply be achieved? Or is it that it is not where all of us have been looking for it?

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac