3-4 weeks ago, I asked myself if I was happy. 2 hours ago, I asked myself why don't I have the habit of bringing in an umbrella. A minute before I left my house, I wondered why I'm fine having no umbrella despite the bi-polar weather. 5 minutes before the mass ended, the rain poured like hell. 1 minute before the mass ended, I had a plan to run for my life. 2 blocks away, there is my car. 10 second sprint under the pouring rain.
And just like that, I had the answers to my questions. Firstly, I am genuinely happy...and I am, even if I don't expect myself to be. And secondly, because it's simply just more fun to have no umbrella.
I don't know if I suddenly just felt like a child again, giggling under the pouring rain. Or was it just a good day. Or it was God's grace I literally felt for the first time. Maybe it's all the above. I suddenly feel so lucky.
I love everything about my life now. My friends. My work. However crazy my father is. My mother. My family. My weight (I gained 4 pounds). My music. My enthusiasm. My TV. The stories. Everything.
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