What makes me happy

What makes me happy.
One says that it is very difficult to be happy, that our cruel life and problems do not let us be happy. But how can it be? How do some people see the world around painted only in grey or black colors? Are these pessimists blind or do not they simply let happiness to touch their souls and minds? I will never tell anyone that I have no difficulties, that my life is like a very smooth road, but I can claim that there are a lot of things making me happy.
If I am moody, depressive, sad, disappointed, mournful, blowing up like a bomb, it is enough to see my mom’s smile to make all these negative feelings vanish in a minute. My mother is like a magician or a kind doctor who always treats me with her smile, and I am happy again because I know my mom is with me, she will love me notwithstanding all my foolish actions. Isn’t it happiness? For me it is.
To be honest, I have very special friends whom I consider to be the eights wonder. These people can bring me a lot of happiness by supporting me when I need it, by sharing my emotions when I am like a volcano, by encouraging me to do something when I am confused. Isn’t it happiness? For me it is.
To smile, to laugh sincerely with my friends from the bottom of my heart and to fill the room with echoing peal of our voices bring me a lot of energy and power. I start to feel that is spite of all troubles we are still optimists and are able to have some fun. Isn’t it happiness? For me it is.
I find it important to know that my friends are not in trouble. If they are happy, I am happy as well. If a friend of mine is gloom and looks like a very dark thundercloud, I try do everything I can to make him smile, to make his tears disappear. My friend’s happiness is my happiness.
At times I feel lonely: when the telephone is keeping silence, being almost dead, the stillness is about to kill me… Of a sudden the phone rings, bringing me back to life! May be it sounds too childish, but if it is a friend of mine inviting me for a walk or simply calling to know if I am ok, I am happy. I know that I am on one’s mind and one cares for me. Isn’t it happiness? For me it is.
When I have my birthday day, I am the happiest person in the whole world! My poor telephone looks like a hot heated frying pan because of telephone greetings, but I do not care – I am in the seventh heaven! It is too thrilling for words to know my ex-classmates, ex-teachers, friends, relatives and simply familiar people remember about my birthday. Isn’t it happiness? For me it is.
I have a friend of mine who lives in Finland. We had studied together only in the second grade before she went to Helsinki. Every year she comes to Tallinn and calls at my place. It is so pleasant to realize that we are still close friends. Isn’t it happiness? For me it is.
I have an impression that sometimes my telephone has a magic power to change my mood making me feel happy. After waiting for a very special call when every minute seems to be infinitely long, I am extremely happy because He calls. “The jump-jump of my heart” is too fast and I say something illogical and dull. But this is His telephone call. Isn’t it happiness? For me it is.
But not only people can make me happy. I am such a person, who likes to achieve different purposes. I think this is very common that being on the top, feeling I am a real winner in some situation makes me feel self-sufficient. I know I could give off my best - isn’t it happiness? For me it is.
When I have a possibility to do some enjoyable work, I am happy. I am not filled with the sensation of disgust and can do my best, realize my full potential. Isn’t it happiness? For me it is.
I like to create presents myself and give them people whom I love, realizing I bring some pleasure and joy into their lives. This also make me joy.
There are a lot of things, a lot of close people, and a lot of activities that can make me happy. When I am sad, I should simply look around more carefully because even the dazzling sun, the silver rain tapping against the window can make me happy, I just need to be opened for it. I know there a lot of definitions of “happiness”, but I have my own:

H ow can
A person find his happiness? Should he
P lease Heaven to give him a little
P art of it?
I think everything is simpler:
N ever loose your optimism
E ven if you want to cry.
S tart treasuring every single minute
S pent with your closest people.

4.09.05.