I Choose To Be Happy
Happiness is a choice. I choose to be happy. Today. Tomorrow. Everyday. Every moment. For I know I can’t change my yesterdays, with all their good and bad ways. But I can save, store and stock some happy moments, for any impending joy-starved days.
Happiness arrives each morning, soaked in a cup of tea. As I savour its flavour sip by sip, and inhale the aroma wafting from spice-laden milky masala chai; a concoction of water, milk, sugar and black tea brewed with ginger, cardamom, fennel or basil. Winter chills and blues taken care of, thanks to these humble positives!
Happiness is that tingling warm feeling that surges from the heart, as I pay for a homeless stranger’s hot cup of coffee, in exchange for a grateful smile and that look in the lightened up, crinkling and sad, tell-tale eyes. The humble soul walks away blessing, as I sit brooding over my lonely cuppa, feeling clueless yet hopeful about improving my own life. My hot coffee turns cold.
Yet, I think I am happy. For it doesn’t take much to make me happy. I realize I am simple, with more than what I need. My pantry’s always full and the fridge has healthy food. The wardrobe’s overflowing. Oh the dresses and the suits. That lipstick, this perfume. What’s the point if they sit there unused? A need for serious souls is to learn to go footloose; making merry and splurging out a bit. I must. I will.
Happiness indeed it is, to have the essentials in abundance. Happiness it also is, to give away things we do not need. Things that block my life can very well improve someone’s life. Recycling is the key. Decluttering cleans out the unnecessary. Let go and free the space, keeping only what makes me happy. Must also learn to give away and keep at bay, people who block my life.
Happiness unbound it has always been, to look after the one born of me. A ranting toddler now grown up, with a big mind of his own, a heart of a kid. Listening to his joys and worries, I never wished for a return reward. I relish every moment spent with him. Inevitable it will be for him to leave one day, to live his own dreams. I must begin to learn, how not to miss him.
Unhappiness free zone is what makes for real happiness. Less of stress, no loud noise, no ill-health or disease. Better still if life is pollution and terror free. Distancing a bit from such friends and relations, who judge, mock, gossip, compete or cheat. Simple folks, simple thoughts, fuss-free honest life, without any strife. These make me happy. Anywhere. Anytime.
Happiness is the end goal. Whatever I do I try to make sure it makes me or others around me happy. I’m not always sure it does. But I try to feel that it does. After all who will define my happiness for me? Only me. No one and nothing outside can make me happy. For happiness is all within me.
Bonus Joys (in any order): Lots of music. Clicking random pictures, watching sunrise and sunset, warming up in winter sun, enjoying sound sleep, less TV, going to the movies, long drives, receiving and giving smiles, crying out my heart if need be and thereafter feeling light.
© 2016 Alka Girdhar
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For #WQWWC Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge hosted by Colleen of The Silver Threading and Ronovan of Ronovan Writes.
This week’s theme was/is “Happiness”. The task was to write a post based on our favorite quote on happiness. The above quote is one of the many happiness quotes I like. But I tried on this one and got carried away writing…may be it’s too long