Happiness, how much do we owe to it? When Mom and Dad in my nightmares every time I closed my eyes, I wanted to be a daughter of the rain dripping down my windows, cool with mellow jasmine scent, coming down from moon-lit clouds, I then float and wreathe and brighten with robes of silver flames, But instead, I beheld that vanished rains for the good years to come. Happiness, how much have we wasted it? Once I wore a bright star on my forehead and soaked in strange pride, I wanted to be a daughter of the rain dripping down my lips and limbs, sweet as spring Lilys, and every throb of sorrow dies whenever I whine, yet neither pearl seas nor gold mines comforting my heart the slightest, I lost in the quest for meaning and I pined to abandon my name in rain. Happiness, how much have we understood it? I saw your beaming gaze and your faith fierce as the lord of angel, Danced in tumbling mirth and petrified oath, how do I name the rain? Surely Love has its grandeur, but mine has been the modest kind: Good day, Goodnight, and Good dreams to you, dearest one, Be free, be bold, be blessed and be where your heart believes.
These days, I am well and still alive👩🏻🦰🌷( just too much work and I don’t like it🥲). Today, I think it might be a fun thing to do to expose a few things that reveal my true colour (to myself). Naming the rain through my own eyes. Often times, it amuses me to know how I am perceived quite differently, even the opposite by others.
- I love my solitude and couldn’t care less about meeting new people.
- I love to relax more than I love dance and I won’t work if I am not paid.
- I love wind! In my youth, more than half of the year I slept in the patio instead of staying in my bed, just to feel the wind. And my family never found out.
- I love rain! I had more motivation to go to school or work when it rained.
- I love silence and I was always the most quiet girl in my class growing up.
- I do not trust people easily, not until I see the proof of their characters.
- I do not fall in love. I either love or I don’t, and I am never confused.
- No one in this world knows exactly how I have lived my life, except myself. No one, including my family, has ever figured out the chronological order of my life so far.
Haha, that was a good one😂😜. I am laughing as I am writing! At the end of the day, it is not about whether or not we’d be seen by others, but we embrace ourselves wholeheartedly, including those hilarious behaviours and senarios.