We are all constantly in search for happiness. We seldom see the small joys of life. Today I was able to lift my left leg up and put my pants on. Yay! I felt like I have achieved greatness with just this trivial task. Is it wrong to bask in small joys? Absolutely not. These small moments contribute towards happiness. You always have a choice of pondering over sad situations over and over again or moving on and living life happily. It may seem too easy to say and impossible to achieve, right? Well, yes, not always, but most of the times you can try this successfully. My son looks at his classmate's scribbles and exclaims, "WOW!". To him, that is art. He is encouraging his peers and he is all but a couple of months shy of 3 years. I enjoy when he relishes his chocolates. I enjoy along with him when he kicks the ball high up in the air. I enjoy it when he dances. He enjoys these moments too.
Breaking my leg allowed me to spend more time with my kiddo. So I was happy instead of being bummed by the things I was not able to pursue these last few weeks. It helps in the healing process as well.
My son walked behind me the other day mimicking my weird swagger. When I turned around and saw him, I burst into laughter. Another blessing because of the injury. I realize that I keep getting some injury or the other, and yet I try not to get into cribbing mode. They make me realize that each part of me is just as important. And it helps me realize that I am also important to some people. That is what keeps me going. A smile goes a long way. I remember that quote from a display piece my parents gifted me when I was young, "Smile a lot. It costs nothing.". It had a picture of the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I think it has stuck with me. That positivity is what I look for in people around me and hope to spread.
Look around for little joys. They are right in front of your eyes.
Breaking my leg allowed me to spend more time with my kiddo. So I was happy instead of being bummed by the things I was not able to pursue these last few weeks. It helps in the healing process as well.
My son walked behind me the other day mimicking my weird swagger. When I turned around and saw him, I burst into laughter. Another blessing because of the injury. I realize that I keep getting some injury or the other, and yet I try not to get into cribbing mode. They make me realize that each part of me is just as important. And it helps me realize that I am also important to some people. That is what keeps me going. A smile goes a long way. I remember that quote from a display piece my parents gifted me when I was young, "Smile a lot. It costs nothing.". It had a picture of the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I think it has stuck with me. That positivity is what I look for in people around me and hope to spread.
Look around for little joys. They are right in front of your eyes.
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