I am happy, and I am not questioning it. 

Our emotions are automatic responses to a given situation. We experience them from the perspective of the self, making them difficult to ignore in decision-making processes. I was told wisdom comes from learning to isolate the emotion I feel from the emotional reaction I am inclined to produce. It is not an easy task. Chemical imbalances in the brain produce a sensation that far outweighs the series of logical explanations behind the phenomenon. As a result, we habitually ascribe the cause of our actions to emotions rather than the circumstances in which said emotions arise. We do it because it is the strongest argument. The emotions I feel are felt, and they are felt by me. From the perspective of the self, these are facts that cannot be argued against. And so it is commonly assumed that if your actions are caused by the emotions you’ve felt, they must be justified. 

Yet we are also aware that emotions cannot justify all types of actions. Some people overreact. Some react in unconventional ways. Some cry out of sadness, some resort to self-harm. Some laugh out of happiness and drink the night away, while some indulge themselves with a movie or a book. Emotions are personal, but we are not neural replicates. And so perhaps it is not fair to argue emotionally, since we cannot doubt your arrival to your destination but we can challenge the logistics of your journey. 

Yet today I find myself caring less about why I feel and more that I feel. Is it out of fear that attempting to rationalize such phenomena would numb or even possibly isolate myself from the emotion itself? Or is it that under these circumstances I feel no need to rationalize at all? Maybe it is a selfish desire, cultivated by youthful neglect of the future and the bridge that need not be crossed yet. It is at this point at which I choose to stop thinking, unsure but content with complete incompletion. 

I am happy, and I am not questioning it.