One month from world champion Argentina: how long does happiness last

They say happiness doesn’t last forever. Even if forever, as they say Lewis Carroll in Alice in Wonderland, it can be, sometimes, a second. Because happiness is impossible to measure. Because everyone has the happiness that he can, even if it is difficult to get what he wants.

Because happiness can be the birth of a child. But it can be much easier and no less happy about it. It can be a plate of food that fills our belly or a doctor’s office that does well or a smile from someone we love. Or much more mundane. Who doesn’t feel happiness when they find a note in the pocket of a jacket they haven’t used for six months. And there are, of course, modes or types of happiness. Because it’s also like happiness, instant happiness, hitting a ball full on with your instep and cornering it in a dive with friends. Or why not hit a parallel backhand, Roger Federer style, in a club tennis match.

Happiness has a thousand faces. Happiness exists. Even if it doesn’t always come. Or late to arrive.

We insist: they say that happiness doesn’t last forever. But it’s been a month since we Argentines aren’t a little happier. And that nothing has changed – or everything has gotten worse – since Gonzalo Montiel hit the last penalty and The Emir of Qatar has put the bisht on Lionel Messi so much so that the captain of the Argentine national team, with choreography included, has finally raised the world Cup at the Lusail stadium, in distant and unforgettable Qatar.

And happiness, no doubt, is palpable everywhere. And survive it all. Also to the struggles for a situation that continues to be tied up with threads and an increasingly cracked structure. because as he said Rodrigo De Paul As soon as the thriller game with France is over, that day will last forever. And even those 26 players, like the 22 from ’78 and the 22 from ’86, will be eternal.

It’s impossible not to crack a smile and make you want to dance with happiness when you listen Hayya Hayya, the song of the World Cup. It is impossible for a family reunion or a party with friends not to sound guys and the pogo attacks immediately. Impossible that during the day (or at night) one doesn’t come across a video on a social network that evokes some moment or moment or shows an unpublished detail of the Scaleneta enterprise in the Middle East. Because happiness is also seeing all the possible shots from Dibu Martínez’s tibia blocking Kolo Muani’s goal.

happiness in everyday life

The scene repeats itself on a loop from that December 18, especially among those who didn’t have the opportunity, the time or the money to update their wardrobe linked to the Argentina national team.

– They scammed you, huh…

-Hey?

You are missing a star…

Clear. Above the AFA shield are only two stars. The third one, which has already arrived, is not on the shirt. Then, the complicit laughter and “the champion of the mundooooo” ring in unison, with the last one stretched as far as possible before the punch, a pandemic legacy that is here to stay.

If this is not happiness. What is happiness?

Says the Royal Spanish Academy about happiness: “Mood of the person who feels fully satisfied enjoying what he wants or enjoying something good.”

insured Socrates -at least they say they say that’s what Socrates claimed-: “The secret to happiness is not found in seeking more, but in developing the ability to enjoy less.”

meditated Aristotle: “Happiness depends on ourselves.”

recommended Immanuel Kant: “Happiness; more than a desire, a joy or a choice, it is a duty”.

described Henry David Thoreau: “Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it the more it escapes you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and rest softly on your shoulder.

They say it happened what the American poet said or something like that Lionel Messi in his life as a Selection. But let’s continue…

I count Lionel Scaloniin an unmissable interview with El Partidazo de COPE that can and should be seen a thousand times: “My children drive me crazy, they come back from school singing the songs, all the comrades sing waving their hands well like Argentines”. Detail for the unsuspecting: Scaloni lives in Mallorca, Spain. This too is happiness.

How long does happiness last?

For now a month, but the expiration date is not visible.

Even if journalists in France, hurried and exaggerated, are no longer very happy with, let’s say, the post-World Cup Messi. It does not matter. Signal that we ride. Happiness is everywhere. In Argentina, especially. But also in Brighton, Manchester, Birmingham, London, Lisbon, Madrid, Seville, Villarreal, Milan, Turin, Rome, Leverkusen, Amsterdam, Lyon and Atlanta, the other lands of the 26 samples. And also in Paris. Even if the difficult ones are done. No one can deny that they have the best in the world and in history stomping their sidewalks and doodling with the ball at their feet.

We Argentines have been a little happier for 30 days. And although it seems impossible, it seems that happiness will be eternal. We will always have Qatar. We will always have Messi and La Scaloneta. Happiness, luckily and proof of the usual amaro (go there, amaro), is here to stay.