They say happiness doesn’t last forever. Although forever, as it says Lewis Carroll in Alice in Wonderland, can be, sometimes, a second. Because happiness is impossible to measure. Because each one has the happiness that he can, although it is difficult to achieve what one wants.
Because happiness can be the birth of a child. But it can be much simpler and no less happy for that. It can be a plate of food that fills the belly or a medical study that goes well or a smile from someone we love. Or much more mundane. Who does not feel happiness when they find a ticket in the pocket of a jacket that has not been used for six months. And there are, of course, modes or types of happiness. Because it’s also like happiness, instant happiness, hitting a ball squarely with your instep and nailing it at the angle in a dive with friends. Or, why not, hit a parallel backhand, Roger Federer style, in a tennis match at the club.
Happiness has a thousand faces. Happiness exists. Although it doesn’t always come. Or late in coming.
It is insisted: they say that happiness does not last forever. But it’s been a month since we Argentines have been a little happier. And that nothing changed -or everything got worse- since Gonzalo Montiel hit the last penalty and The Emir of Qatar put the bisht on Lionel Messi so that the captain of the Argentine National Team, with choreography included, finally raised the world Cup at the Lusail stadium, back in the once-distant and unforgettable Qatar.
And happiness, undoubtedly, is palpable everywhere. And, survive everything. Even to the fights for a situation that continues to be tied with wires and an increasingly cracked structure. because as she said Rodrigo DePaul As soon as the game-thriller with France is over, that day will be eternal. And those 26 players, like the 22 from ’78 and the 22 from ’86, will also be eternal.
It is impossible not to draw a smile and make you want to dance with happiness when you listen Hayya Hayya, the song of the World Cup. It is impossible for a family reunion or a party with friends not to sound the boys and the pogo sticks right away. It is impossible that during the day (or night) one does not come across a video on a social network that evokes some moment or moment or shows a new detail of the Scaleneta’s feat in the Middle East. Because happiness is also seeing all the possible shots of Dibu Martínez’s tibia blocking Kolo Muani’s goal.
happiness in everyday life
The scene is repeated in a loop since that December 18, especially among those who did not have the chance, the time or the money to update the wardrobe linked to the Argentine National Team.
-They scammed you, huh…
-¿Eh?
You are missing a star…
Clear. Above the AFA shield there are only two stars. The third, which has already arrived, is not on the shirt. Then, the complicit laughter and “the champion of the mundooooo” resound in unison, with the last one stretched as far as possible before the fist bump, a pandemic legacy that is here to stay.
If that’s not happiness. What is happiness?
Says the Royal Spanish Academy about happiness: “State of mind of the person who feels fully satisfied by enjoying what they want or by enjoying something good.”
ensured Socrates -at least they say they say that’s what Socrates claimed-: “The secret of happiness is not found in the search for more, but in the development of the capacity to enjoy less.”
pondered Aristotle: “Happiness depends on ourselves.”
recommended Immanuel Kant: “Happiness; more than a desire, joy or choice, it is a duty”.
described Henry David Thoreau: “Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and gently rest on your shoulder.
They say that what the American poet was saying or something similar happened to Lionel Messi in his Selection life. But let’s continue…
Bill Lionel Scaloniin an unmissable interview in El Partidazo de COPE that can and should be watched a thousand times: “My children drive me crazy, they come home from school singing the songs, all the classmates sing waving their hands well like Argentines”. Detail for the unsuspecting: Scaloni lives in Mallorca, Spain. That is also happiness.
How long does happiness last?
For now a month, but the expiration date is not seen.
Although the journalists in France, hasty and exaggerated, are no longer very happy, let’s say, with the post-World Cup Messi. It doesn’t matter. Signal that we ride. Happiness is everywhere. In Argentina, especially. But also in Brighton, in Manchester, in Birmingham, in London, in Lisbon, in Madrid, in Seville, in Villarreal, in Milan, in Turin, in Rome, in Leverkusen, in Amsterdam, in Lyon and in Atlanta, the other lands of the 26 champions. And in Paris too. Even if the difficult ones are made. No one can deny having the best in the world and in history stepping on their sidewalks and scribbling with the ball at their feet.
We Argentines have been a little happier for 30 days. And although it seems impossible, it seems that happiness will be eternal. We will always have Qatar. We will always have Messi and La Scaloneta. Happiness, luckily and proof of the usual bitter (go there, bitter), is here to stay.
