Happiness

Happiness is a state. We are either in or not. You cannot be “kinda” happy. There’s no grey line in which Happiness spans. It’s like the boundary between a genius and a nutcase – not vague yet confusing. It’s like a space that spills into another sometimes, but not much. Just a little portion. Small enough to be rendered as negligible.

Neither can Happiness be bought. It has no value tagged to it in the first place. It’s priceless. However, in this materialistic and labeling world something like Happiness that cannot be measured is forced upon a number. It has to be have a limit that’s tangible for everyone to see. One, two, three hundred are still numbers. They are some of the common numbers people use to price Happiness.

People like to label. Not all of course, just some irritating ones. Little do they know how difficult they have made living for some people. Yes it does help on identification. But having an identity that can be used against you isn't favourable. Who likes it when you're ostracised?

This is the consensus I get from the research I've done on AIDS victims. And this is also the message Aids Anthology and The Life of Vannessa - a double bill production that I AM IN which will run on the 18th and 19th of January at Tampines East CC (near the now no longer standing Ngee Ann Sec Sch building) hope to send across. It's in conjunction with the World AIDS Day campaign.

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Love ya'll