Happiness.....is it out there?

On my way to work....

Glimpse of faces i saw along the way....

Be it man, woman or child....

I began to wonder what lingers in their heart.

A man driving a BMW alone.....listening to his radio....is he happy?

I wonder further...his eyes throws a long gaze....probably thinking about work.

I looked on my left....a man driving his Wira aeroback with his wife, both look at a different way...probably something happen on the way to work that froze their conversation...

I look ahead...a couple on a motorcycle, the wife hugging the husband tightly, happily chatting...perhaps reminiscing what happen late last nite. Giggling and pat her husband repeatly...may be..may be.

Drove further....another stop... due to the presence of a traffic policeman.

The young policeman...ushering a zillion cars to different path. He commandeer his job with pride....no smiles though, may be he is at peace.

Again...i look right. A young executive perhaps....driving his blue Satria, singing some tune along with the radio while puffing a cigarette. Perhaps he is happy because he felt he is made...finally, i am here..may be that is what he is thinking.

I look left another man in his late 30s...driving an old Iswara, also puffing a cigarette. Again the long gaze with a large scale frown. He look tired and worn-out...probably been staying up all nite due to some problem. Perhaps some loan he need to settle.....or his wife wants a new car but he couldnt afford it....or trouble at work...who knows, but i felt his pain...and his un-happiness.

Looking ahead...a young woman in her kurungs, sitting on her scooter waiting for the traffic policeman to waive "Go". In her UKM jacket probably from her university days, she waited patiently....totally focus on the policeman. Probably eager to reach her workplace to clear off her desk from being totally cluttered...or a male friend waiting patiently at some cafetaria near her workplace.

Are they all happy ...the middle-age man in his BMW? The couple in the wira aeroback? The young executive? The young lady on her VS150?

May be they are all happy....i just didnt know it...may be they were happy 30 minutes ago...or they gonna be happy 10 minutes later. Lucky i can't read mind....or i might drown myself in their thoughts.

As i reach the lifts to my office....i look at the myriad of faces waiting to go up to their respective floors...are they happy?

Then..i asked the last question that beg to ask...." Am i happy?"

Multiples stop before i reach my destination while in the lift....slowly i raise my gaze and muttered slowly...

" Happy is such a strong word...a tad too extreme actually....."

" I am more of a "content" person than a "happy-happy" person"

" I dont complaint that much and i dont work that hard for some goals i set in life....it is more of a play that i acted on smaller scale in each minute...."

Hmmm......play safe huh??

Ha..ha..ha...