Learning to be happy again!!

In the smell of rain... In the taste of ice cream.... Happiness was so easy to find! It's strange how we have to learn to be happy. Something that is supposed to come to us naturally needs learning now. I realized this as I indulged in some coloring the other day. This was the first time I colored something as an adult. I have given up many such things that made me smile. I wonder why! I gave up on things that made me happy and again went in search of happiness. Silly me!




Blaming things and people around me would be easy, but the truth is... its me. I chose to be in my current situation. To be precise, I looked forward to being where I am today. Luckily, change is always an option. I don't regret anything because my sister once said ''you have to try everything to discover what you like and dislike.'' Since that's done, I have to learn what I have forgotten. I need to remind myself to rediscover happiness in little things. I must remember to let things go and not take life so seriously. It's okay if things go wrong. I can always fix them. I'm sure God will help me.

In trying to be perfect, I forgot to appreciate little things that gave me joy. Those things did not seem so little and insignificant back then. I know it is easier said than done and I will probably panic over something again tomorrow. The difference is, this time, I will try and take a chill pill.

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