Blank, but happy nonetheless

"Are you happy?"

I have this habit of asking that question to those people I love. I don't really know why. The thing is, after asking them if they are happy, I won't bother to ask them why.

"Why are you happy?"

I haven't tried asking them. I'm just contented to know that they are happy. But I dont ask why. Maybe there are reasons why I dont want to ask.

-a why question is hard to answer, compared to a yes/no question [am i right?]

-i dont want them to think that i'm so emo.

-i believe that you can be happy for no apparent reason at all.

I like the 3rd reason.

Not because it makes sense, but because that's what I'm feeling right now.

Despite the fact that almost everything is crashing down before my very eyes, I feel strangely happy. It's that feeling where you suddenly feel content at your state, no matter how much despair or suicidal you feel at the moment. It's that feeling where you really know that you're happy, and not bothering to know why. I forget why I am all alone here infront of the pc, telling myself and those who will read this that I am seriously happy. I have this feeling of wanting to let go of whatever is weighing me down at the moment.

I'm not the kind of person who always gets the chance of spending time with my friends, hanging out, watching movies, playing a sport, or just plain having fun. I can say that everytime I get to go out of the four corners of our home, I feel happy. Yes, I do. But if I don't get the chance to do that, I'm still happy. I don't feel any difference.

That's the main point. You can always choose to be happy. No matter in what state you are, just be happy.

Why did I say so? Well, it's because I tried asking myself why I am happy. The answer that was formed in my head was this: "I'm just happy. Do I need to have a reason for that?"

It's a blank feeling but at least the weight on my shoulders is not heavy. That's the best part I think. I can't really voice out why I am happy, but I can't give any reason why not to be happy.