I think I just met the happiest person in the world! It’s a bit funny I guess. Because it’s me. But not exactly.

To tell you the truth, I do not think we can ever measure someone else’s happiness from the outside looking in. We only see in others, what we are within ourselves. Or, what we crave to be. Following that self-made theory of mine, if everyone I have recently come across has looked and felt like the happiest person in the world to me, would that not mean it is also me who’s happy like that? Or maybe I at least crave to be. Who knows and who cares! It is in the moment that I am elated, for no good reason, and I am loving every bit of this joy. Is it temporary? Yes, most likely. Especially for people like me, who tend to get pulled towards the notion of grief rather often. All the more reason to relish this moment.

Oh and the reason for this is what you ask? I can not, unfortunately, give you one. If this news brought disappointment, I apologise. But these bouts of goodness are unique to us all. I found mine within nothingness. Maybe you will find yours within someone or something else. Either way, when these delightful moments show up. Grab hold. Tightly. Push them into the deepest depths of your heart. So that when the moments pass, the feeling remains. A place for you to go back to. A tiny thread of light in the darker moments. Working as a catalyst for hope and strength. Hold onto them. Dearly.