Happy?

What makes you happy?

My good friend F told me recently:

“Poncho, you know what makes me happy? When you get up on a Sunday morning with the morning sun rays through the window and the sound of your baby gurgling to himself in the crib and looking at your husband face gently snoozing by your side”

A reknown management guru told me very recently:

“follow your bliss, do whatever makes you happy”

So to each, his own.

Sometimes you get challenges thrown to you in droves at some point of life. You really take a beating and start to ask questions why you are being targeted for such challenges when you feel that it is totally unjustified.

In such circumstances, when there’s no one else to depend on but yourself, you even surprise yourself. When the chips are really, really down you need to tell yourself that it would all pass and its just momentarily. Once you’ve passed through that phase and look back you will say “damn, I’m proud of myself” and you end up being a better, stronger and calmer person. Only then would you be able to see that life ought to be lived to the fullest and the petty things don’t really matter.

And you know what? It really feels damn good looking at it from the outside in the end. The sun does really shine in the end.

Sigh.

For once, I am truly and really happy.

*Ponchoman