So, I decided to write after a very long time and it was inspired by a picture I took recently. When I checked my life lately, I realisd that I am no where near where I dreamt to be so many years ago. But then, I look back and see how far I gone. The struggles, the pain, the loses and hurt. There were times I felt like giving up was the best choice at the time. But then, somehow I kept pushing. I kept moving, slowly; but, I never stopped.
Now, I have reached a certain stage in my life where I can sit back and be proud of myself. Not that I have achieved anything much in life. Right now, I can't boast of anything special but, I have a story to tell. That story, sadly will not be told in this write up.
So many times I just sit back and start smiling and people around me start asking why. Then I get lost. I keep asking them if there should be a reason to be happy. Should I wait for that magic moment in my life before I should be happy? When truly, that is the only thing I owe myself in this little world of ours. Your happiness is not in the hands of anyone. The key to your joy is tied to the choices you make in life.
Then comes the saying, that HAPPINESS IS A CHOICE. I strongly stand against being against the opinion of others but, in this case I will stand. For or against, I just will stand. That if happiness is a choice, then it should be the only option.
What reasons can I ever have to be sad? I really do have a lot of reasons to be sad and lots of excuses to be angry but, to what end?
Why should I die over these little issues when I can live my life at its peak?
What ever I may be going through now, there are lots of people who are going through worse situations. That is enough reason for me to be happy. I am not happy that people are worse than me but, anything I am going through right now could have been worse.
Imagine in elementary school when you had to pass maths by force to move on to the next class. I liken happiness to it. No matter how hard it may seem, you need to be happy to live a fulfilled life.
I'll rather stop here, than bore you with my rants about being happy in an unhappy world. One last word though. Who makes the world? You ... you and I ...
And if we two can be happy and then make our neighbours happy. What a happy world it would turn out to be.
Put your troubled heart at rest and put a tinkling smile on your beautiful face. Cheers!
