It’s the school holidays, and I hear little children playing, screaming, laughing, in the playground. It makes me smile to hear them so happy. And I wonder, when was the last time I laughed so hard? When was the last time I felt brave enough to scream at the top of my lungs and crazy enough to double over with laughter? When was the last time I felt so free?
I have a bad habit. Of looking at the world through grey-tinted glasses. For every laugh I hear, I remember every tear shed. For every cup half-empty, is another cup half-full. For every moment I am envious of what others have, I forget to be grateful for what I have.
My happiness is hard won.