thaison

Walking on the street last day of the year. Feeling the wind of a new season. Listening to groups of friends talking about their daily lives. Seeing children happy with their families.

Suddenly, I realized. It isn't moving to new exciting places that makes me happy. It isn't buying a lot of toys that I couldn't have as a kid that makes me happy.

It's staying at home reading books (or others' summaries of them) and sharing new things I learn that make me happy.

I don't have to worry about the wind flipping my dress. Or try to finish my dinner quickly so I don't have to continue to listen to the boring story about planes. Or try to push the children to the side because they walk too damn slow.