I like being happy. I like feeling utterly high or that joy jumping inside of me whether or not it is relevant to my life. I like lying in bed and smile, just smiling at those little memories that comes flashing back to you. I like laughing out in a quiet room because some thoughts just flash through your brain. I like being delighted and excited or even overjoyed on a single day. I like telling myself, “Life is great!”, like really telling myself that everything is just colorful, so sunny, so joyous.
I don’t feel happy because I’ve move on or let go. I’m happy because life seems to be going my way and nothing to do with being crazy or being in love. I love having something to be happy on because happy is contagious. Being happy means all the things around you tends to go on smoothly, it gives me an excuse to like sweets – to have someone said “your smile is beautiful” - cause you know that smile is from the bottom of your heart. Being happy sometimes even gives me a free pass for sharing things I usually don’t talk about.
I like being happy because it gives me time – time to love myself, to be myself, and just enjoy what I have in mind. It allows me to regroup, reorganize and throw things together in ways that I never would have thought of when my days are just about being gloomy.
I like being happy because I feel closest to myself when I am in joy. Because, let’s be honest, who sings in the shower when they’re sad. Being depress only makes you unproductive. Yet, at some point of life, your level of happiness will come back and you will learn to smile again and that I realized I've missed those sunny days for a long time.
I hope being happy last for a long time this round.