"we are all outsiders, struggling to be a part of someone else's dream.." (something I heard through a brief nap while 'watching TV). I can only hope someone wants to be a part of my dream (life is but a dream).
This blog is about happiness.
I have spent a week with 3 of 4 of the most important people in my life: my brother, his girlfriend and their adorable child, 20 month old "Abalilly" (as she calls herself). There truly is nothing better than the presence of this wonderful tiny force of nature. She is one busy little bee and we are mere slaves under her command. We get up at 6 am to cater to her and pass out by 11pm, after a couple of drinksand small talk, (she goes to bed at 8pm). She is beautiful, manipulative and reduces everything else in life to nothing. I can't get over the thrill I feel when I see her fat little legs sprint away with her towards the unknown, she is brave and fearless and the little snores coming from her crib at night are is the sweetest sound I have ever heard. Her smile lights up my world and her tears, when things don't go her way, break my heart and her good night kisses melt my cold heart. I never knew such happiness could come in such a small package.
I did experience a different kind of happiness a couple of days before she arrived, but happiness nontheless. I was lying on a 'grassy knoll' in Central Park, gazing at a slate colored sky and trees in various stages of flowering (leafing?) and one dead one (thre are too many paralells going on here). Next to me was another source of happiness and for a brief moment I felt total peace and contentment. It got me thinking of how fleeting and rare these moments are and how precious and important. They are what everything else gets measured against, a yin and yang, but so many times there seems to never be a yin to the yang, maybe I just forget to pay attention to these little sparks, but these past 2 weeks have given me enough to balance out the whole year.
Oh and it seems I'll be gainfully employed as of next week, part-time, but I guess it will bring this blog to an end if it works out.
In the mean time, I am grateful and satisfied that life can be truly good and there really is a purpose hidden somewhere in all the crap that constitutes daily existence.
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