Moments of Happiness

The world can eat you up inside. Negativity feeds on my insides like maggots, turning me into a shell, unaware of all the beauty that surrounds me everyday. Somewhere along the lines I stopped believing in the basic good of people. I started to prefer concrete landscapes to pastures, I started to perfect my image. I started defining myself by what I do and where I live, which are only one small pieces of my real self.


I'm afraid to point out the beauty of the world. Afraid it makes me seem earnest, naive, and boring. Does anyone even notice anything anymore? When I ride the bus, headphones tucked in my ears, I do notice the mist that surrounds the skyline, the beauty of the water under the bridge, the wonderful people on their daily ride to work. I even notice the raindrops forming freckles on the window.

As I take that first sip of coffee or indulge in a croissant, I feel happy. It is so easy to get lost inside my labyrinth brain, but I'm coming out and trying to enjoy these little moments. I'd like to kill the cynicism and press the reset button just for today. I'd like to forget the difficult moments in my childhood and remember the good ones. There were so many good ones.

If only we could all reflect on these tiny moments of happiness and forget the crap that comes along with life. Forget becoming wrapped in an image and admired. Point out the good things, the real things, the reason we are here.