Happiness is waking up every day at 6am in the village, jogging in the freezing cold underneath a canopy of stars with the missionary doctor, chatting about God and life, and eating hot, steaming roadside fare.
Happiness is spending the first day of your trip exploring the place by yourself, with no guide, nobody at all- and feeling completely at ease in the midst of humble, quiet people.
Happiness is taking public transport by yourself on your second day in a foreign land to a lake with thousands of seagulls, sitting on a stone bench and overhearing a conversation in simple Mandarin:
” Mama, wei shen me zhe zhi mao mei you er duo? (Mommy, how come this cat has no ears?” A little boy comes up to where I am sitting and stares curiously.
“Yin wei… yin wei ta bu ting hua ya… Ni kan, ling wai yi zhi mao duo ting hua ya! (Because… because it was naughty and didnt listen to what its mommy told him… See, the other cat has ears because it was a good boy!)”
The little boy, holding his mommy’s hand, uses his other hand and scratches his ear, before coming over to feel the ear-less, naughty cat.
Happiness is enjoying colourful messiness, and seeing Beauty in it.
Happiness is seeing a poor villager’s life changed- being able to function again after having a leg and fingers burnt by acid- because of what the missionary doctors and God’s love have done for him. Happiness is seeing the missionary doctor give him a haversack, and a jacket and seeing him overwhelmed with joy and thanksgiving.
Happiness is seeing how a little girl, dulled by mental retardation, constantly salivating and frowning because of her inability to walk, go completely ecstatic when you take a picture with her with a flash. Happiness is hearing her scream and shriek with joy, and seeing her mother smile.
Happiness is spending two hours to travel to another hospital, and helping a village family pay for their hospital expenses, partly with money a classmate gave you ” to use it in whatever way you want to help the poor, I don’t care how you use it…”. Happiness is praying for the family and the father who has terminal cancer, and seeing their tears of gratitude when you open your eyes.
Happiness is laying shoeless on grass, and seeing nothing but blue skies, and clouds
Happiness is walking by miles and miles of sugarcane fields, and biting refreshing sugarcane freshly chopped in front of you by the village farmers.
Happiness is throwing up all night, feeling giddy and weak but laughing the next morning at church, grateful to God for the Beautiful experience.
Happiness is feeling physically weak from puking and pooping, and emotionally exhausted- but knowing you could do it all over again.
All over again, because it makes you Happy.