Be Happy And Make Others Happy

Men feel strange unconscious pleasure in delivering sad news. And, unconsciously, they only like to give really sad news, which, the sadder it is, the more satisfying it is.

In the USA and especially in New York (where everything happens beyond belief), men have gone beyond the unconscious pleasure of delivering unpleasant news, to enjoy each time they manage to make someone miserable.

A simple explanation of the phenomenon may not convince the reader that we are serious. So let’s look at some examples. First: it is with some difficulty, overcoming various limits and impediments of yours, that you can make any more pleasant confession to someone. Think about how many times you had to argue with yourself to say that your friend’s tie was nice. You managed to say, yes, but after considering yourself petty for not having said it sooner, in the careless phrase that came from your heart to your mouth. Second: think about how many times you told someone that a tie didn’t look good on them. The tie here is worth all the things you consider and praise. Also think about the hypocrisy of the various preambles and detours he has already made to censor – a tie: ‘I’m sorry, but’… ‘Don’t take me wrong, but’… And always this detestable and most hypocritical of preparations: “To be totally frank…” I’m terrified of anyone who talks to me in a bar. In reality, there is only one frankness, which is that of love.

It is not possible to cure humanity of its eternal ill will. But, at least here in New York City, just as the “Restaurant” and “Fashion” weeks are held, “Happiness Week” could be organized. The retail trade would not enter (as on Father’s or Mother’s Days) with its overt advertising on radios and televisions. There would be no gift during “Happiness Week” so as not to corrupt the constant happiness that would be offered. Just people, for seven days, would only say nice things to each other.

At this point, a necessary explanation is needed. Saying nice things would not be telling Jane that she is beautiful when she is ugly; nor to Peter that he is thinner when Peter is visibly fatter. No. Without much effort, you should find ten commendable values ​​in each person. And, when there isn’t just one, tell any story that feels good. Tell yourself, for example, what the morning was like. How the sky looked with the red hints of dawn. How the sea was, in the first light over its dull dawn glow. Or talk about an excerpt from a song, an aria or a theme played by Miles Davis. Garner’s piano, its rhythm comparable to Fitzgerald and Vaughan’s improvisation. Tell yourself about an unexpected city you came across on a trip. How the mountains were or the color of the plain. About the people, their eyes and their blouses.

In creating “Happiness Week”, I don’t know who I should appeal to. I don’t know which government to convey the idea to. Federal or municipal. Or which tourism department. No. The appeal has to be made to each of my possible readers and by each one transmitted to the people of his society. As for me, I must say that I live permanently in a week of happiness. When I can’t make someone happy, with a confession or a story, I don’t say anything. In return, I ask that you not take away my joy. Don’t give news about me and others that could slightly scratch my happy naturalness. And, in a special way, don’t be frank with me.


Translated, localized and/or adapted into English by Alexandre Nix.


By Antonio Maria

Antonio Maria was a Brazilian chronicler, composer and first multimedia artist, also standing out as a sports announcer, journalist, presenter, producer, radio and television director and, finally, bohemian.

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