appiness shouldn’t be something so fragile – something that can be dampened in an instance. I don’t want it to be, and maybe that’s what I’ll work on this year. Not trying to keep up with exceptional grades, or tournaments and expectations. Those are a priority, yes, but not to the extent where it takes over my life. I want to look for the moments, the good ones between the bad – because no matter how I tell myself that the problems will end, they won’t. And it’s the little fortunate happenings, that count. [Side note: I can’t believe I just quoted Once Upon a Time. Or maybe I can. ]
I stole this tag from Evi at Twist in the Taile , because I loved this idea. Thinking about the little moments made me more happy than I’d like to admit.
These are a few things that make me happy. I don’t know why, most of the time they’re random, spontaneous moments. But they are the ones that matter.
s o n g s: somewhere in neverland, all time low // young volcanoes, fall out boy // carry on my wayward son, kansas // i write sins not tragedies, panic! at the disco // falling slowly, glen hansard & marketa iglova // mirrors, justin timberlake// can’t help falling in love, twenty one pilots // drive, halsey
b o o k s: aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe – because it is one of the few books that i reread. often. and nothing beats the uncharacteristic happiness that follows afterwards.
reading lemony snicket and falling in love with the series all over again. the sisters grimm, because it’ll make me laugh when nothing else can. eleanor and park. or anything rainbow rowell. harry potter, so i can look at the creases in the spine and the tea stains and all the memories, and smile. even enid blyton, for the sake of england and dimly lit staircases.
f i l m s: my neighbor totoro. the bridge to terebithia. mulan. the last airbender. ten things i hate about you.
w o r d s: chiaroscuro. when the light and the dark contrast and meld in perfectly. for when the darkness is only a plot device; something you need to complete your painting. // bumbling. awkward blunders; for the times you laugh till your sides hurt with your friends. for when you’re with someone you love, and none of them matter anymore. // serendipity. finding pleasant things. fortunate happenstances. // syrupy. for pancakes on Sunday morning. for dallops of honey melting in your mouth. for honey lemons. // balter // phosphenes. for when you close your eyes, and the colours and stars paint constellations. for the light when it doesn’t exist.
s c e n t s: the smell of rich earth after it rains. tea. my mother’s perfume. chicken karahi. the jasmine bush in the home i was born into. acrylic paints. new books. freshly laundered clothes.
m i s c e l l a n y: comfortable silences. drowsy sunlight. spontaneous hugs. getting spammed with messages. three hour phone calls. making fun of indian dramas with my mom. happy coincidences. twinning moments. spending all night talking to someone. nice comments.
tell me a song that makes you happy every time you listen to it. or random things that make you happy – whether it’s a word, or a memory.