Great or small, there are a lot of things to be thankful for. Thanksgiving Day, Christmas, New Year’s Day are not the only days to appreciate the people who make our days blissful, the things that make us relaxed and contented, and the simple circumstances that put the tiniest smiles to our faces.
Here is my incomplete list of small pleasures.
- waking up before the alarm
- the smell of an old book
- finding that I have extra money squeezed somewhere in my bag or wallet
- finishing a thousand-page novel
- my bed and pillows after a very tiring day
- the chuckle of a baby
There is this trending topic
on Instagram and Facebook challenging everyone to be happy for one hundred days in a row. Sounds fun and challenging indeed. I think being happy for a hundred days is easy but being happy for one hundred consecutive days is quite a test so I registered. Challenge accepted. I will start tomorrow.
Life is short so I must not make room for regrets. Who knows? It may be the end of the world tomorrow but at least I have done something out of the ordinary before the earth stops spinning, before the sun becomes a red giant star and vanquish the planets’ orbits, before the nations’ politics evolve into something like Westeros’ and Panem’s. If only Doctor Who is real I will volunteer to be his assistant and travel in time and worlds with him in the TARDIS. That would be cool! I am now imagining uploading a photo on Instagram. A selfie with the Doctor and the TARDIS on the background. Hashtag: #100happydays.
Can you also make your own incomplete list of small pleasures? It’s a good way to de-stress and to discover that there is happiness in the small things around us.
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I believe that I am normal. But when I think about it the second time around, I doubt if I am.
Is anyone really normal? How do we know if someone is normal?
I think it all depends on a person’s impression of what ‘normal’ is. For me, being normal is waking up at 5:30 a.m. and arriving in the office at 8 a.m. during weekdays and staying in bed until 8 a.m. on weekends, while it will never be normal for a person working in the night shift. Singing at the top of my lungs in the shower is normal for me when it can be annoying to somebody else. I love reading novels but my bosses prefer newspapers.
One person that I would consider to be normal: Jennifer Lawrence. She’s popular but her actions are pretty casual. She speaks what’s on her mind, talks like a common person, makes faces in front of the crowd, doing her best to earn a living, competitive (an Oscar at 23!). She is the very notion of ‘normal’ for me.
Symbiosis. I believe that every single person is essential in making the world go ’round and I don’t think it’s okay for a person not to fit into what society labels as normal.
I know I am crazy but I am normal. Just take a look at one of my Facebook posts back in 2013.
I received this text message from a friend:
Ate Che-Che, why is Gus like that? I’m gonna cry!
And I immediately sent her a consoling reply, telling her that life is not always a happily-ever-after tale, knowing that she is referring to the ending of The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.
Who said that bookworms are antisocial? We are not. We just choose the people we want to talk to. Try to visit a book’s Facebook page or Instagram account, you will see millions of readers sharing their thoughts about the characters, the plot, the author, how the book was creatively written, how a certain event can be related to real-life situations, and how an ideology being discussed impacts a person’s ethics.
It’s wonderful how books can make people connect instantly. Someone will start a quote from a book and every nerd in the room will follow suit. And thank God for the Internet, a single hashtag will direct you to thousands of feeds for a certain fiction character.
That’s enough blabber for me today. Let me get back to Westeros. The Season 4 of Game of Thrones will air this April and I have to finish the books first.