RANDOM RANDOMNESS

Every day is a story to tell.

I can say…

When the clouds begin to dark and the wind hovers fast. The thunders roar.

People rush. People calm down. The city begins to grumble. The farm begins to bop and that old poor fisherman rows fast.

I seat at the forth porch and watch the rain goes down. T’was a lullaby. Every raindrop makes a sweet refrain. Caffeine, nicotine, pen, paper, memories…the rain could be a perfect time to write a lovely poem or a bitter sweet story.

Just so how the rain comes to different people. The world is an assortment of relativity.

I love. They hate. They hate. I love.

Given fact. Need acceptance. No need to be bothered. Individuality. Circumstances.

Emotion

A fiend, a defense, a defeat, a victory.

It chooses and creates reactions.

Anatomically seated on the hypothalamus. It motivates. It personalizes. It moves. I have it. You have it. You either control it or it controls you. It identifies love, happiness, joy, euphoria and also pain, grief, hate, anger, jealousy, envy and so on.

I am Nocturnal

The night calms me down, brings me down, brings me up, feasts me up, freezes me up and heats me up.

The moon comes in red and blue. The stars shine brightly and in some nights they just corrode.

I’ve touched the moon, I touch it. I kissed it and kiss it. I never stop adoring it. The countless stars glitter my endless night.

I saw the brightest star. I touched it, I touch it. I kissed it, I kiss it. But I can’t adore it. The moon outshines it.

In that strange world far beyond this world of mine. I would have my night with two moons. Cuddling me at that most lonesome night. And I’ll stare at them as if I would have chosen to be dead without them on my most faithful second heaven.

The world is random.

He hates me, he loves me. She hates me, she loves me. Love and hate in each face. Words. Reactions. Colors. Movements. Effects.

Constant.

Nothing is constant than change and the rest is...randomness.

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happiness MADE simple

The world we live nowadays is a collection of chaos and stressors. People live the same day twice. A catastrophe. The so-called routine: work; earn money; get old; and eventually die. There seemed to be nothing more in this life. We rushed and bothered ourselves with a lot of things in this earth. We exhaust our last strength and drain our last drop of blood and sweat. And at the end we face the mirror, glance at our wrinkled face and grey hair, then we have nothing than a few days left. We took our journey erroneously and we missed to be happy.

We see a lot of people living their lives. They live, but they don’t have a life.

There is a fine line between living and life. Chimpanzees, bees, bugs even trees and the bushes are living, but a life is more. Life means biography and biology. Life means happiness because this is how God designed it. And His greatest purpose is for us to enjoy this journey and have it more abundantly.

The true ingredients of happiness are so simple. Indeed they can be counted on one hand. Happiness comes from within and rests more securely on simple goodness and clear conscience. Selfishness is the number one enemy of happiness. To make another happy is to be happy in one’s self.

Happiness is the only thing that multiplies by division. Many are unaware of the fact that one of the best source of genuine happiness is giving. The widow in the Bible was given a great favor compared to those who donated a huge measure of offering. Because she gave and she lost something as she gave. She felt it and she knows that those pennies are the only things she has. When we give with good intentions and right motives we will feel happy afterwards.

Some people live miserable and seemingly happiness is the most elusive thing for them. They are hunted on their past. They live everyday fretting about what happened yesterday. We can be happy inspite of the unwanted past. Everything happens for a purpose. Forgive and patiently wait for the time that you can really forget. Live one day at a time. Little by little, bit by bit, your heart will forgive and your soul will get healed. Love those people who hate you. Someday you will look back and you can be happy and you can smile because you know you’d love them even if they hated you.

Envy is the number one reason of unhappiness. And jealousy is its cousin. These two are used interchangeably. Envy is you feel unhappy when you see others succeed while jealousy is you are successful but you never had enough you still want to get what others have. To be happy is to get rid of these two.

Many had already tried defining happiness. Millions of self-help books had been published. But still, people struggle is now century age challenge on how to really be happy. They said, family and relationships are the most important things to pay attention to be happy. Some people said self actualization. But are they really are?

William Henry Channing, Chaplain of the U.S. House of Representatives in the middle of the last century said that, "to live contented with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy not respectable, and wealthy not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to the birds and the stars, to babes and sages with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never, in a world to let the spiritual unbidden and unconscious grow through the common.”

You will notice that no one and nothing can do happiness for you. You must do it for yourself.