Too Much Happiness? A Reminder from My Sister

 

Too Much Happiness? A Reminder from My Sister

My eldest living sister, Mely, is now 90 years old. At every family gathering, when there’s too much laughter and joy, she would quietly remind us:
"Eko masyadung matula”

 It always makes us pause. It may sound like an old superstition, but she truly believes it. For her, too much happiness might bring the opposite—tears or misfortune.

This belief comes from the older Filipino generation, especially in the provinces. Life back then was harder, so they learned not to celebrate too loudly or too long. Maybe it was their way of protecting themselves from disappointment.

At first, I found it too cautious. But over time, I’ve come to understand her point. It’s not really about being afraid to be happy. It’s about being thankful, humble, and aware that life always has ups and downs.

Now, whenever we’re all laughing and enjoying each other’s company, I still hear her voice in my head. And instead of feeling afraid, I just smile—and whisper a little prayer of thanks.

Because true happiness is best enjoyed quietly, shared with family, and always with a grateful heart.

 

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