Why We Forget Happiness?

We don’t lose happiness.

We bury it.

Under responsibility.

Under fear.

Under adulthood.

Somewhere along the way, we start chasing happiness outside ourselves — in achievements, relationships, shopping, productivity, and validation.

We confuse excitement with happiness.

We numb ourselves to avoid disappointment.

We tell ourselves we’ll be happy when…

When life slows down.

When things get easier.

When we finally “get there.”

But happiness doesn’t disappear.

It just gets covered.

I see this in myself either.

There were seasons when I thought happiness was something I had to earn by working harder, being stronger, doing more.

I forgot the simple truth that happiness used to be effortless when I was a child.

It lived in small things: sunshine, laughter, a favourite snack, a moment of play.

Somewhere between childhood and adulthood, we start treating happiness like a luxury instead of a basic human need.

And that’s why we forget it.

Not because it’s gone.

But because we stopped practising it.

Happiness becomes a memory instead of a daily experience.

But the good news is:

Anything forgotten can be remembered.

Anything buried can be uncovered.

Anything quiet can be heard again when we finally stop rushing.

This week is about remembering.