You wake up one day and stuff is going for you, as the team coach briefs everybody in the locker room, thousands of cameras await you at the team facility exit.
Even your teammates are startled to play alongside such phenomenon!
Although you wear the same blue and white Argentina stripes, a million dollar industry is built out of your memorabilia. Soccer commentators alone get on the edge of their seats trying to catch a breath with your moves “Maradona, Maradona”
Months later though, a doping scandal gets the entire sporting universe asking.
“Shouldn’t happiness be redefined?”
Scene two, you are the most talented among your singing siblings, girls scream loudest when you draw close to the microphone, one day you choose to go solo, one album after another, stadiums fill to capacity to watch you perform, women weep, men marvel and record owners take your phone number. Several plastic surgeries later, even a good night’s sleep is hard to catch, your own medication becomes the noose, though centuries continue to dance to your music, we read your name “Michael Jackson” on the epitaph and ask the same question.
Shouldn’t happiness be redefined?
Same applies – Joan Rivers, Heath Ledger, Loius Armstrong, Jimi Hendrix, Amy Winehouse, Paul Job Kafeero, and Majid Musisi.
Enter the last scene , yours is not a done deal yet, perhaps stuff is happening for you in present tense, or may be not, perhaps you only sing in the bathroom, maybe your salary account only runs a four -member family, or just your single yourself, yet the same challenge to redefine hapiness still lingers, before you.
Wouldn’t it be a good time to hear Jesus’s answer to the same.
“What shall it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul” (Mark 8:36)
Or put differently, shouldn’t happiness be redefined?