Today I woke up a little earlier than usual, had my coffee and healing time, and the birds were singing as usual. I was delving into what encourages me; in my solitude, I can be honest with myself, question things, and understand or try to do so.
There are happy and hard days, and I try not to forget that any moment is necessary to feel small happiness. Knowing the priorities lengthens the day and promotes good times. In general, my life is good, and it has calm and gifts that I allow myself by not expecting anything but doing and giving my best and seeing what happens with benevolence and affection.
Small happiness does not prevent tremendous and unexpected joy from coming, but small happiness can, if so decided, be constant. A little bit of small happiness can be a sure thing every day, a resource that is possessed so as not to depend on surprise, luck, or fortune for something amazing to happen. The ordinary can already be extraordinary and a response to the uncertainty of each person.
I take at least a short but mandatory time daily to put myself in a situation that makes me happy, this is important, as I have learned to open spaces amid the hustle and bustle, the formality and what should be, and I enjoy connecting with myself and with the life that is happening just when it seems that it is not possible. If I find myself daily in the possibility of feeling happiness, I no longer need Friday or vacations, but rather any time is pleasant. I can assure the reader at this time that even if it seems unbelievable, this text can be accurate.
In mathematics, they say that the order of the factors does not alter the product, but I say that in daily life and everyday life, the order of things can affect the outcome, and although random or improbable, staying that way can be the difference between feeling happy in a busy and imperfect life, or not. That which gives happiness must be a priority, and having priorities determines the rhythm of life.
If you are always waiting for an extraordinary situation or what is needed to be pleased, then happiness becomes distant and impossible, and thoughts of dissatisfaction and reluctance come out of your mouth and dwell in your mind—being happy? The days are long, empty, and barren if no such thing exists. Obtaining happiness is more like playing with what you have, regardless of whether there will be better toys, tools, or the space to do so tomorrow.
Some examples of how I do this every day might be: I'm at the office, but I can take a break and walk out to visit a museum or gallery, or I decide to paint some dresses or flowers in my notebook while having a hot drink in a simple but cozy place when leaving a meeting or in the middle of delivering some information to a bank. I prepare the snack in detail even if I have to go soon, and I exchange a few minutes of sleep for toasting the bread and carefully placing the honey on top. It is convenient even amid internal chaos due to commitments to take pictures in the garden of the place where I went to eat or write while listening to music sitting on a bench, waiting room, or public space.
A good life is busy, I go almost all day from one point to another, and it still seems easy. It is easy. In the dark, I try to remain warm and generous with myself and give myself the gift of living every day, not just a few, and so I do. I want our day to be good, with some great moments and a hope that keeps feeding on them, and that is why I am writing this.