happiness is..
2007-07-18 at 1:04 p.m.
Happiness is...
Happiness is sitting in a room that smells exactly how you want it to smell, with the things on your table arranged exactly as you please, perfectly quiet but for the sound of your own breathing, perfectly alone. perfectly contented. sitting in my room this morning, watching the rays of early morning sunlight glow golden on the surface of my table, i felt, for the first time in three months, truly peaceful. i love the feeling of stepping into the utter quiet of an empty room that is exclusively mine, of walking into an oasis of peace and sanity in a world that is an endless barrage of other people's demands, needs, wants. in my room, i don't have to bother about making light chatter so that no one feels that i'm ignoring them, in my room i don't have to paste on a smile and pretend to like everyone in my life. in my room i don't have to share anything that i don't want to share, with people i don't like at all. in my room, i don't have to feel as if there's no where in the world i belong.
happiness is sitting perfectly quietly, in a room perfectly devoid of unwanted people, listening to the early morning silence.
happiness is...
happiness is holding a two-week-old baby rabbit in the palm of your hand, watching it sleep snuggled against your palm. happiness is feeling that, no matter what your shortcomings or failings, you can still provide a warm, safe place for a tiny animal to feel secure enough to fall asleep in. happiness is watching those bright, black bunny-eyes watch you avidly as you stroke its soft, downy fur, happiness is burrowing your nose in that soft fur, and smelling that baby-bunny scent—the scent of simplicity, where all that is neccesary for contentment is a warm place to sleep and food to eat.
happiness may appear in the simplest of things, but it isn't often that one finds it.