I once wrote an article or post titled HAPPINESS A MIRAGE?

Today my approach would not be that melancholic, I was not really feeling good then. I still don’t feel good all the time but sometimes you have to feel good πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

I tell you every time, that this blog is borne out of observation and I don’t think I am changing that direction any soon🐾🐾

In my black long dress that was a bit tight, not that tight just that I like being comfortable. Okay the material is not rubber but it can stretch, I don’t know how to explain it but if you applied fire or excess heat, it would crumple like burnt nylon. So it always has that tight feeling. It was sewn to fit but flair from knee downwards.

I just described my dress and distracted youπŸ™ƒπŸ™ƒπŸ˜³πŸ˜’

Biane… Sorry in Korean πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜πŸ˜

I was in the line waiting for what I will not tell you. I noticed the mini doll baby, don’t want to use doll but the beautiful baby looked like one. Her smile made a lot to smile, she moved with careful steps, her innocent gaze roaming around the area. Her parents especially father, looked so please to look at his baby.

We were all waiting. It was afternoon and semi hot.

Two little boys were throwing tantrums.. The small side hair cut on their head giving them a cuter look. Their mama trying to hold them down, they seemed to really enjoy her attention and ignored father’s attempt to quieten them down πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. So cute until you have oneπŸ€’πŸ€’.

I loved the laughter, life was not easy but I enjoyed seeing him dance a funny dance and sing a song I could not understand, the people he was with joining in a friendly laughter.

You see, little things are big things for me and sometimes big things are not very big things for me. Watching as humans cared for each other in the simplest forms, smiling at me without even knowing my name, offering their seats even though it was broken, giving me a chance even they were waiting. These little things are sources of happiness.

If you have not read BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, an old post, you may not soak into this. You may want to check itπŸ˜‡πŸ˜‡. Just search for it in the search space below below the post. After the follow button. Thank you 😊😊

I love to watch people interact, even with the bad weather and hard conditions, people are willing to sacrifice for each other. It is sad that bad is promoted more than good but I love to share good more than bad because even though there is bad, good still exists⭐🌟.

Happiness is what you choose it to be. It is what you wish to define it as.

I find happiness in watching others be kind, the innoncent smiles, the friendly laughter, the caring mother, the observant father, the social driver, the intelligent conductor, the kind vegetable seller, the hardworkimg bread seller, the old groundnut seller………

Happiness is being with Mama, her presence enough. Being with Papa in the car, even if we don’t discuss. Being with sister talking about love and life. Being with brother making music and enjoying his cuteness. Being with brother talking about men. Being with friends, laughing crazy. Being with weirdos like me speaking alien language no one can understand, planning a visa to Alienia πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜ƒ. Arguing with a (some) big head(s)about who ignored who first😏😏. Being with classmates, I hug and speak to only in class.

Happiness for me is being in the solitude of my room, quiet without human physical interference, typing or eating and watching my favourite movies, maybe crying all over again over certain scenes I have watched more than 10 times πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ™ƒπŸ™ƒ.

Happiness is when someone says “You have added some meaning to me”

Happiness is listening to good music, knowing it is really speaking to me.

Happiness is when I feel fulfilled, doing what ought to be done.

Happiness is going to church. Friday, Sunday or any other day that is available. It has always been therapy especially when it is fellowship size.

Happiness is knowing I am in the will of God, substituting His presence for none. Enjoying His comfort in every of my moments, high or low.

Happiness is looking in the mirror and grateful for my skin, that my soul had to dwell in this being even though my head contains more than it can bear and I skid off too often in the land of despair.

Happiness is the word you choose it to beπŸ’žπŸ’ž

N. B Happiness by Frank Edwards can really make you happy 😊😊

And check my old posts!! Am sure they would make you happy and I will recommend this if you want to laugh: THE CRITERIA OF BEING A CONDUCTOR πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚



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