I believe in happiness, in undeniable and sincere happiness. People feel happiness in different ways. In the early morning, an old woman of my neighborhood comes out of her home and feeds purring and meowing cats; they move in circles around her, and she becomes happy. A little boy that walks with his mom near our house joyfully throws and catches his yellow ball. .
People believe that happiness is simply a state of well-being. But sometimes it's not. It is something immense; like the blue endless sea on the horizon, like always believing in ourselves, knowing that we were given life to find satisfaction in our minds. I remember myself resting in this big garden, with honey and lavender smell throughout. In the silent spring time, the blue sky seemed to be reflected in the rain drops; roses blossomed and bloomed without ceasing. Now in the winter days, the grass was yellowish, and gray clouds seemed to cover the entire sky. I was the only person there, and the atmosphere was desolate, though I wasn't feeling lonely or depressed. I collapsed in that garden for hours with a white chocolate bar in my hand. And, then, every time, at the same place, at the same moment I returned and delicately opened that delightful, soft and crunchy chocolate in the light brown wrapped paper. If you turned it over in your hands, you could see a small drawn bunny, and a sentence, "Eat me," that always made me laugh because it reminded me of Alice in Wonderland.
At these moments, I felt happiness. And then I sat there for another day, and then another, and then the last one came. The last day arrived not because I was tired of spending time there or eating my white chocolate bar, but because I had to leave. But in that time I found happiness and realized that people wait one week for Friday, one year after summer, but all their lives for pleasure. It made me see the sense of joy and reflect on the other moments, moments when I felt loved, when my mom kissed my cheek, when I felt gratitude and grace and care.