There was a man….
‘hummm…. this is not a romantic kinda story so kick out those tissue away guys hehehe….’
This man is one of my senior in a place where I spend routinely 5 days a week and he almost always mention that you should be like this, like that, more girly and so on. Well, I’m trying to think it positively since he is a father of a teenage daughter and I’m thankfull for the affection and attention that he share to almost all of us terutama buat para single fighter apalagi yang tipe cuek bebek kaya saya.
But when he said it too often, I get overdosed. Anyway it just his words against my life and he practically don’t know me that much. Being happy is not mean wearing branded things so you can show off to other people, having credit cards so you can go to those expensive places and shopping on the mall every days on the weekend. Its definetelly not fits me. I do realize that make-up did could make you look better but it couldn’t make you happy.
For some reasons there were moments I became such a cloudy person, disappointed for things not always work like the way I want them to be but come on, that’s life, you need to try & work harder if you want to achieve something rite? Though I’m not laughing out loud everyday I’m happy with my life. Wind will blowin out those clouds. And eventhough it is not an easy thing to do, I try to count my blessings everyday. Trying to remind myself for being gratefull for all the chances I’ve got in life.
He doesn’t have to understand all the things I do or every decision that I’ve made in my life since his defining of happiness is not equal to mine. I just hope that he could accept me for what I am without comparing with who I should be like.
Spending time with people that I care; playing with dogs and puppies; walking around the town tasting the culinary; sitting on the corner of my room with couple of new book and litres of coffee nor hugging – hummm it more like burried myself among my pillows until the sun is shinning high in the weekend, having my SE Z350i, goin to the beach, coloring my hair, smelling the humid soil after the rain definetelly already could make me smile and happy.
In other words, defining happiness for me is the comfortable feeling in the things I do.
What about you?
Kindly define you own happiness…