ever I have wandered here on thing as happiness . I remember from that post in the comments, even in its diversity, one constant was the questioning of the concept of happiness, so variable from person to person, and obviously, that its generators are as diverse as different is the way humans think. Someone said do not believe in happiness as a whole but as a somewhat fragmented, and intermittent moments of happiness, happy little moments. Rethinking it, and with the understanding that there is a unique concept of happiness, I would say the first stroke happiness-in the broadest sense of the term "memory than I have, goes back to my nearly six years. It was the summer prior to my entry into primary and spent a few days by the sea. An almost empty beach, perhaps due to the cloudy day (as is often the last days of summer in Mexico). Although almost empty, presumably well we had more people, but I just remind members my family, almost all adults, and me ... the girl who discovered the sea in the Pacific Ocean . I wish someone had recorded for posterity the look on my face filled with amazement at the immensity of the sea so blue. I'm sure my eyes widened when he saw the fierce beauty of the waves crashing on the rocks. Me with a pink bathing suit, whose sole decoration was a kind of golden yellow star at the height of the heart. My family has always been strange, and not dealing with normal things like taking pictures of children, better sit down and contemplate the view from a palapa and drink coconut water, while I I've always been curious and somewhat reckless, amused me make a small wet sand with my footprints. Literally clouded by the beauty of the sea, walking without thinking, less measuring consequences, and just when I was engrossed in my contemplation ... a violent wave attacked me putting tremendous tumble. Only then my family seemed to remember that I was out there and some of them helped me to my feet, as I tried to restore calm after such a fall, even with the saltiness of the sea and my irritated eyes water hammer. But neither cried nor felt aversion to the sea, only a mixture respect and admiration for his mysterious and violent force. Within minutes I forgot the shock (and the thump) and went there ... happy at the seaside. Years have passed and I still remember clearly that little moment that I went flying prey to a strange feeling that linked the surprise and shock to an indescribable emotion. A coup happiness, whose onslaught took me by surprise as much as the wave that made me like tumbled. I bring this anecdote as this, literally, childish, because yesterday morning I read a newspaper article: happy misery , where the writer John Villoro comments on the results of the survey on the perception of happiness in the world by Gallup: What is the happiest country (its citizens say be) and what country is the least happy? Which was obtained as a result that Nigeria is the happiest country land and France champion bonjour tristesse.
"(...) It is impossible to assess la dicha al margen de cada sociedad. Las ilusiones son tan cambiantes como los países. Quienes saben que las cosas podrían estar mejor no se declaran satisfechos. En este sentido, el descontento es un atributo de la conciencia crítica. (...) 'Sólo un cretino es feliz de tiempo completo', comenta Umberto Eco. (...)”
Desconozco cuáles son los parámetros de medición para algo tan subjetivo e intangible como me parece es la felicidad. Asimismo, no sabría decir si en la encuesta visualiza a la felicidad como un estado o si su conceptualización considera las intermitencias en donde se alternan happy moments with others who are less so. Anyway, it draws attention to what the title alludes Villoro article: that the five happiest countries, with some exception in the case of Brazil, ranked third, "are far from being characterized as highly developed or by a distribution of wealth fairly equitable. In this regard, says Villoro:
"(...) in Nigeria, the joy is not the result of a promise fulfilled life but that life is possible. Equivalently, in France, a certain amount of nihilism is not a symptom Suicide but sophisticated requirement for acceptance. In the end, be happy in Nigeria is similar enough to be sad in France. In both cases the adaptation is a problem: where there is lack, there is excitement ... "
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"I do not care what the faux pas that makes you fall on my body," Marguerite Yourcenar 
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