“The most simple things can bring the most happiness.” – Izabella Scorupco.
Ask any friend of mine, and they’ll agree that I don’t like to complicate my philosophy of my life’s journey. Ask my parents, and they’ll agree with that too, though they might wish I take a step into the complex and try my hand. But it’s not their life that I’m living, but mine.
“Life is too short to be miserable.” – Rita Mae Brown.
That is my belief too. It’s very difficult to be happy all the time, but if you look for it, you definitely can find it. And I look for it every day. This year, I’m trying to make a habit of it, by writing it down and expressing my gratitude for it every week with the Ten Things of Thankful that I’m doing on this blog.
Happiness is finding a reader for my posts. I write from my heart. Whatever I write for, whenever I write, the words have a piece of me in it. When someone reads me and cheers me for it, puts a comment that shows me they’ve found that piece of me, and tells me that they’re happy to read me, it makes me happy too. It makes me happy that I am understood. It makes me happy that there’s someone to hear what I say.
Happiness is a bar of chocolate. Some people around me wonder why I love chocolate. I do because it cheers me up. It’s like the warmth Harry feels biting into it after that Dementor enters the train in The Prisoner of Azkaban. A warm feeling that tells me that nothing that is sad is permanent, that there is joy in my heart, and it is as sweet as that bit of chocolate that melts on my tongue.
Happiness is a good book that pulls me, with each word, into another world. It makes me go away from my reality and travel a road taken by that character. Talking in terms of Harry Potter again, it’s like a pensieve into any story I choose to enter. I can be walking along with Sherlock Holmes as he hunts the Hound of the Baskervilles, or Axel as he enters into the depths of the earth in Jules Verne’s classic. I can be in the countryside that W H Davies speaks of in the poem Leisure or pondering in my own thoughts reading a verse from Rumi. It’s my bit of heaven.
No one can understand my happiness and how I find it, because only I know the keys to unlock it. It’s a piece of my heart, and I don’t give away the key to anyone who I feel will use it to unlock not the happiness but the Pandora’s box it also holds. KISS – Keep it Simple, Stupid. Yes, happiness is best kept simple, and I don’t intend to change that idea anytime soon.
(© 24th March 2015)