As I sat there in my car this morning admiring the colours of the sky, it occurred to me that maybe this is what happiness is. That feeling of pure satisfaction with yourself, with life. That feeling was short-lived, of course, but it allowed me to realise that perhaps I’ve slowly, but surely, started walking the path to discovering my happiness.
And this is where he comes in. This isn’t some cliche post saying that he is my happiness, but rather to make sense of the idea that happiness can be found in unique ways. He didn’t come into my life when I needed someone most. In fact, it was at a time that I didn’t really need someone to be there for me. It’s not like he helped me through some incredibly difficult time in my life or anything of that sort. What he gave me was his time and attention – something you cannot put a price on but just learn to appreciate anyway.
His positive and outgoing nature was what helped me. Actually, it distracted me from the things I usually worried about simply because I was alone and had nothing better to do with my time. I’m not the kind of person that can open up to people easily and so it took me a long time to trust him with things that are personal to me. But he waited. And that’s what mattered most. It wasn’t about having someone to share my issues with but simply just knowing that someone was there at all.
What I’m trying to say it that we don’t need big gestures or things of that sort. Happiness can’t be found overnight. It’s a long, and perhaps difficult, journey. But the journey is what matters most and it’s the little things that count. It’s just a matter of learning to appreciate these little things.
But most importantly, this is a thank-you to him just for being around even in silence.