i was walking back home today after school; lugging my heavyheavy bag on my shoulder with dinner and bulle tea piled onto the other hand. i looked up at the sky. and i watched the moon in all its magnificence; the cloudes in all their grandeur. tonight was a star-less night. but the night- with the trafic in the distance, the skies above me, the croaking frogs in the grass beside me- is beautiful. and today, for the first time as i glared on upwards, i was jus thankful, to be alive, to have all that i have. and, i realized that i could ask for more.
i came to the realization that the things that make me happy, not momentarily happy but truly happy are the things that nature has blessed us with. sure that glistening tennis bracelet by the jeweler’s window would make me beam with glee, for a few days. but the things that make me happy to be here are not the material stuff; because, at the end of the day, that is fleeting, it does not matter, at least not really.
i saw a baby; in her pink baby pants all the way up to her chest and her yellow baby tee shirt tucked all the way in, and that made me happy. the squealing kinds at the playground make me happy. that elderly lady in her ultra thick specs and smells of powder and curry makes me happy. patting my dad’s head and watching my brother mock it as a possible runway makes me happy. plucking the bf’s fur and watching him jerk around, tt makes me happy. bumping into my mum because she hates it and gets annoyed makes me happy.
and i realized tt if i didn have all these things; my family, my friends, my darling, the beauty of the nights, the magnificence of the children and the endearing things about old people and i had everything that money could buy, i wouldn be happy; at least not on a deep level.
right now, i am happy to be here. and i wouldn trade it; not for the world.
