Why do you seem so content when you have constant pain?
my friend asked.
I think I have no goal in life but to notice the small pieces of happiness and try to do good.
Maybe happiness is not to be reached.
Maybe it is just there for all to see who are not in a hurry to reach there.
Small pieces of positivity
in the midst of pain or daily life,
small moments of joy
will make me think before I die
I lived a happy life
For me happiness is:
Knowing that a special person knows she has inspired me to do better
Giving a homeless friend a place to sleep, an occasional visit to the cinema or sharing a meal
Hearing my father say to a woman that left me three years ago -I love you my child.
An invite to eat or sleep in an unknown’s home when travelling
A kind smile or look from a passerby
Listening to old people’s stories
Seeing a young person get up for an elderly person to sit down
The smell of rain on dry asphalt
To give love
Knowing that I don’t need things I see many others have
Bringing a Thai meal for my 80-year-old grandmother and grandfather to tickle their taste buds in their otherwise bland non-spicy diet
Knowing that one of my friends sends haphazardous text messages with hugs to another troubled friend
Thinking about the bread my grandmother baked
Sitting in the place where my late grandfather and I reasoned for hours
knowing that my heart, soul and mind is who I am,
not my body,
nor what I can or can’t do.