Reminiscing a good day...
One is only as happy as decides to be. Looking back to how one day unfurled, I'm beginning to have more and more faith in it.
I'm a lonesome person by choice and design. I keep my distance from people and dispatch timely quarts of cynicism into my surroundings to dispel any excess of friendliness. Most times I oblige people with my reticence, and at other times I make people toes to curl in their shoes with my callousness.
I have been a mean person by not few counts. So when my room-mate brought a cake to me on as clock struck 12 and the date changed into my birth day, it was the commencement of pleasantness for the next 24 hours. some of my oldest friends called to wish me, If anyone knows me, I'm not a pleasant person and definitely not one to remember birthdays, but fantastically, all my friends remembered mine. Sometimes I wonder what they see in me.
Waking up to birthday wish call is a wonderful feeling and I was blessed with it on this day. Thereafter I made my morning tea and breakfast, told the next door neighbours to help themselves with the cake- it was my birthday. Profuse wishes followed.
I started my day by the finish of The Phantom of the Opera.It was well after noon that I took my bath listening to the playlist of songs. I remember that I even chose the songs carefully to not to soil my mood by accident.
I travelled to the test centre where I was supposed to give an exam a few weeks later. I had lunch alone, talking calls from friends and family who gave me their best wishes. And i was happy and content and so blissful, and i had no idea why.
Then my friend-date arrived. We spent some time watching ducks in the lake, sitting and discussion life while we sat in the ruins, catching-up, Beer at a posh pub commenced and the dude-talks followed. And i still had no idea why this was the best day of my life.
I reached home, thankfully sober enough, and not reeking of beer and was surprised to find that the very people whose life i make hell bit by bit everyday, they had arranged a minor party of sorts for me. They yelled surprise, and for a moment i wondered are they even sane? But then my day just progressed from better to perfect.
Yeah. I guess, the decision to be happy is the first thing that propels the rest of the universe to fall in place.
At least, I'd like to believe that.
I'm a lonesome person by choice and design. I keep my distance from people and dispatch timely quarts of cynicism into my surroundings to dispel any excess of friendliness. Most times I oblige people with my reticence, and at other times I make people toes to curl in their shoes with my callousness.
I have been a mean person by not few counts. So when my room-mate brought a cake to me on as clock struck 12 and the date changed into my birth day, it was the commencement of pleasantness for the next 24 hours. some of my oldest friends called to wish me, If anyone knows me, I'm not a pleasant person and definitely not one to remember birthdays, but fantastically, all my friends remembered mine. Sometimes I wonder what they see in me.
Waking up to birthday wish call is a wonderful feeling and I was blessed with it on this day. Thereafter I made my morning tea and breakfast, told the next door neighbours to help themselves with the cake- it was my birthday. Profuse wishes followed.
I started my day by the finish of The Phantom of the Opera.It was well after noon that I took my bath listening to the playlist of songs. I remember that I even chose the songs carefully to not to soil my mood by accident.
I travelled to the test centre where I was supposed to give an exam a few weeks later. I had lunch alone, talking calls from friends and family who gave me their best wishes. And i was happy and content and so blissful, and i had no idea why.
Then my friend-date arrived. We spent some time watching ducks in the lake, sitting and discussion life while we sat in the ruins, catching-up, Beer at a posh pub commenced and the dude-talks followed. And i still had no idea why this was the best day of my life.
I reached home, thankfully sober enough, and not reeking of beer and was surprised to find that the very people whose life i make hell bit by bit everyday, they had arranged a minor party of sorts for me. They yelled surprise, and for a moment i wondered are they even sane? But then my day just progressed from better to perfect.
Yeah. I guess, the decision to be happy is the first thing that propels the rest of the universe to fall in place.
At least, I'd like to believe that.