On days like this one, I realize how little one needs to be happy. Pleasures in life can be simple. Very simple.Although I wonder sometimes, if we know what brings them to us at all.
The sun was shining and the warmth of the day was breezing through the house, calling us out. As usual, we could not resist. The girls were itching to go ride their bikes down at the big parking lot, so Mr.Blab gladly offered to take them. I, on the other hand, felt the need to just, be. I helped him strap the boy to his back and sent them off to be active, after which made some coffee, grabbed a pile of magazines and the bean bag and went to catch some sun on my deprived skin.
Sitting on the bag, with every bead supporting my body, I rested my head back and closed my eyes. The rays were gently stroking me, nothing like the feisty summer ones, these were soft and loving. I got warm and more relaxed with every passing moment. The magazines and the coffee were waiting, right there, to the right, I just had to open my eyes and reach. In a minute. Just a minute.
I didnt fall asleep. I wasnt really awake either. I was so relaxed and warmly bathed in sun, that who knows exactly where I was. I dont really care, frankly. I thought sitting out there, sipping coffee and flipping through some magazines was what I needed, but it turns out, I needed something else.
We seem to rarely actually know what makes us happy. There may be a few ideas floating up there, we may even believe we have the answer – a new car, a new house, a different color on the walls or that job over there – and yet, when we achieve it we realize that this wasnt it. So we try again, put the aim, work hard and miss; put the aim, work hard and miss. While the whole time we may be missing the things that actually can bring that silly grin in our souls.
Going with the flow, being open minded and abandoning plans is not always the irresponsible domain of lost airheads. Sometimes it is the only way for us to be saved from the well-made plans we have drawn for ourselves on the way to an unfulfilled life in an immaculate, perfectly painted and coordinated house.