You just realise it after spending 21 years chasing a phantom, after hitting nethermost zeros or being at the toppest climaxes and definitely after having a few phases of deep reflection where you start debating everything you have ever experienced. We sketch happiness at the end of each line and we feel entitled to it. We work our asses off and do everything right hoping it would be adequate enough and that things would cosmically align. Little do we know that pain is always part of the process. You can't enjoy every rain drop and every storm along the way without getting soaked. You can't find home without feeling lost at first, you can't feel connected with somebody without the jadedness of waiting, you can't have a best friend without the awkwardness of beginings, you can't negotiate in 'now's without saying goodbye a couple of times, you can't find faith and trust without the sharp pain of disappointment stabbing you in the chest, you can't be stronger than the verbal slaps that attempted to hurt you without having the scars to prove it nor you can not finally be liberated without learning to -not just move on but- rise above and to judge better the next time.
Happiness happens in everything around us when we are not looking. It is the night before a timely occasion when the waiting and the stress create the hype or the morning afterwards when the series of the fortunate events are dancing in your brain fabricating new memories. It is a graceful time, a kind word, a helping hand, a simple touch or a noble gesture that can make you feel extra special. In these very few instances, time freezes and you look around just to see the people that you love and actualise how blessed you are to have them. Yup, as transient and momentary as it is, joy loves company. Whether you are staying up late with your family sharing heart to heart moments or spending a night out with your friends laughing in this poisonous drunkeness, whether you are taking a day off to finish a book, play some chess or watch a movie and have someone to talk to about it or driving back home after a long day, smoothies in holders .. favourite Sia's songs on the radio and whether you are smiling to a stranger's coffee joke in the morning or at the girl in your class you wish you talked more, joy demands to be shared.
لونُ السَعادةِ أزرَقٌ، بلْ ثلجِي، بلْ قرمُزي، بلْ أَصفَر، بل مَاهُوغوني .. لا لا، إنّه بالتأكِيدِ لافندري. الحَقيقةُ أنّني لا أعرِفُ ما لونُ السَعادةِ. ربما لم أجرِبها حقًا مِن قبلُ أو ربما جربتُها مراتٍ أكثر مِن أنْ أعرِف الفرقَ بينَهم، ولكنْي أَعلَمُ أنْ الناسَ يفضِلونَ وصفَها بِما يُحِبون لأنْ ذلك يَمُدهم بالقَليلِ مِن الاطمِئنانِ؛ يُشعِرهم بأنَّ لهم الحَقَ في اختيارِ لونِ الضوءِ في نهايةِ النفقِ؛ لونٍ يلجئونَ إليه عندما يَشعرُون بالوِحدةِ أو يخذلُهم العَالمُ كما يفعَلُ مِرارًا وتِكرارًا. ربما مِن الحكمةِ لو نتَوقفُ فقط عن البحثِ وأنْ نغوصَ فِي أعماقِ كُلِ لوحةٍ وسَط تمازجِ الظلالِ التي تجسِّم تناغمَها؛ كلُ يومٍ يمثُّل لونًا ولونُ اليومِ أحمرٌ ملئٌ بالمحبةِ.
Happiness happens in everything around us when we are not looking. It is the night before a timely occasion when the waiting and the stress create the hype or the morning afterwards when the series of the fortunate events are dancing in your brain fabricating new memories. It is a graceful time, a kind word, a helping hand, a simple touch or a noble gesture that can make you feel extra special. In these very few instances, time freezes and you look around just to see the people that you love and actualise how blessed you are to have them. Yup, as transient and momentary as it is, joy loves company. Whether you are staying up late with your family sharing heart to heart moments or spending a night out with your friends laughing in this poisonous drunkeness, whether you are taking a day off to finish a book, play some chess or watch a movie and have someone to talk to about it or driving back home after a long day, smoothies in holders .. favourite Sia's songs on the radio and whether you are smiling to a stranger's coffee joke in the morning or at the girl in your class you wish you talked more, joy demands to be shared.
لونُ السَعادةِ أزرَقٌ، بلْ ثلجِي، بلْ قرمُزي، بلْ أَصفَر، بل مَاهُوغوني .. لا لا، إنّه بالتأكِيدِ لافندري. الحَقيقةُ أنّني لا أعرِفُ ما لونُ السَعادةِ. ربما لم أجرِبها حقًا مِن قبلُ أو ربما جربتُها مراتٍ أكثر مِن أنْ أعرِف الفرقَ بينَهم، ولكنْي أَعلَمُ أنْ الناسَ يفضِلونَ وصفَها بِما يُحِبون لأنْ ذلك يَمُدهم بالقَليلِ مِن الاطمِئنانِ؛ يُشعِرهم بأنَّ لهم الحَقَ في اختيارِ لونِ الضوءِ في نهايةِ النفقِ؛ لونٍ يلجئونَ إليه عندما يَشعرُون بالوِحدةِ أو يخذلُهم العَالمُ كما يفعَلُ مِرارًا وتِكرارًا. ربما مِن الحكمةِ لو نتَوقفُ فقط عن البحثِ وأنْ نغوصَ فِي أعماقِ كُلِ لوحةٍ وسَط تمازجِ الظلالِ التي تجسِّم تناغمَها؛ كلُ يومٍ يمثُّل لونًا ولونُ اليومِ أحمرٌ ملئٌ بالمحبةِ.
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