Okay children, sit down. It is story time…
Sorry about that. I couldn’t help myself.
When am I the happiest? That a difficult question to answer. I mean, it rather easy, I just have too many answers.
I am the happiest when I am with my family. When I see them smiling. When my parents decide to be disgustingly romantic in front of us. When my little sister is laughing at my stupid jokes. When my older sisters are laughing at my stupid jokes. When we make up after a fight. When we listen to each other when we have problems. When I see them succeeding. I am just the happiest knowing that my family is still there for each other. No matter how unstable we feel sometimes, I’m still happy knowing that most of the time we are stronger than cable ties.
Sob, right? Sorry about that.
I’m also very happy when I am learning new things. Learning a new fact about the world around us and learning to protect it. Being as privileged as I am, I have the means to search new things on the internet. I am able to buy a new book if I want to and learn even more. I am able to learn about India, China, America, and all the other places and it makes me happy every time I learn something knew about my world-mates. It feels accomplishing learning something new and having others learn with you. I mean, doesn’t it make you happy?
I am happy when I am able to make others happy. I legit feel lighter when someone smiles because of me. Or when someone smiles at me. Seeing others happy and being happy for them. It is another type of humane feeling that I am not sure if most people know because what they mostly concentrate on is fulfilling their goals, not caring how the end result will affect everyone else. It is a happiness that I cherish and let sink in. Knowing that I can actually make others happy is extraordinary. Try it. Smile at someone today. Like someone’s picture on Instagram that you usually wouldn’t like. Make someone’s day and let the happiness embrace you with its warmth.
Something else that makes me super happy is writing. Like I was doing when I was writing this. I always start unsure if what I am writing is correct, or if I should even be writing it, but then I finish. Looking at the end result is always a pleasant feeling. Accomplishing something as mundane as writing really makes me happy. I’m not sure how others feel about writing, but I love it. I love how my fingers seem to have a mind of their own whenever I pick up at pen or open my laptop to write. I love just reading through my work over and over and over. Doesn’t the feeling of looking at you work, no matter how bad you decide it is, make you happy? Just knowing how you made that. How you created something that makes you happy. Sometimes I become so happy when I write that I get emotional. My words come to life when I write them. That makes me the happiest.
It might sound impossible, but everything that I wrote down makes me the happiest. The little things make me enthralled to be able to be alive today and be able to actually feel the happiness that everyone else feels, even if it lasts for a short time.
Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain… To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices – today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.