Posts Tagged ‘Life’

Happiness

Friday, December 26th, 2008

Happiness1Today I was having a comforting conversation with my Mother-In-Law, a woman that I admire and adore. She told me something that has stuck in my head all day, and the more I thought about it, the more right it seems. She told me:

Happiness is about making the people around you happy, and then in turn, it makes you happy. It’s about the kindness, respect, and relationships you share with other people. If you can do that, then you yourself will be happy.

When she said it, her face lit up, and she smiled. It was the warmest and truest thing that someone has said to me a in a while. I realized at that moment how alike we are. She makes everyone around her happy, and in turn, she is the happiest woman that I know. I do the same thing, but I’ve never been able to put it into words or understand why giving kindness has made me ultimately happy. Happiness is about the relationships you have with other people, how you make them feel. Christmas is a wonderful time to see the love and kindness that people give to you and how happy it makes them in turn. Surround yourself with people that are worthy of your kindness and that are able to return it with love in their hearts.

Sometimes You Get Hit. Hard.

Wednesday, October 29th, 2008

Sometimes life hits you with a bus. And most of the time you don’t even see the bus coming. You might know that you are standing on the side of the road, and that if something catastrophic happened, you might end up in front of that bus. Only you never wish for that to happen, you just expect to cross the street and go on with your day.

But then, out of the blue, the bus jumps the curb and crushes you. Crushes your dreams, your future, and your life as you know it.

And you know in that moment if there was anything you could do to stop to the bus, you would do it, you would try anything. But the bus, the bus has made up it’s mind, the brakes are out and there is nothing you can do to make it stop.

You stand there, frozen in place as the bus jumps the curb. In that split second, as you look around, you realize that the bus isn’t just going to hit you and kill you, it’s also going to injure the people around you. You never noticed this until the people you love see the bus coming and you can see in their eyes and in their reactions how crushed they are. You wish that you were someone else, somewhere else, and that you weren’t in this place right now. But you are.

And then it hits you.

It’s all over.