Happiness is a kite flying on the blue sky, happiness is your father laughing, a child jumping with joy at the sight of it and your family cheering for it. Happiness is a group effort. Happiness is me running down a hill

April 16, 2012 Happiness is a kite flying on the blue sky, happiness is your father laughing, a child jumping with joy at the sight of it and your family cheering for it. Happiness is a group effort. Happiness is me running down a hill

Some time ago I had this post about happiness.

I had this clear image about happiness, seen when, being a child, I would spend part of my summers at my grandparents(the not so grandparent material ones). We would watch “Little House on the Prairie” . There was a little girl there, with braided hair. As I wrote in that post :

“I have known since the time I was a child the image of happiness – for me, of course. There was I, running down a hill, in a hurry, with the wind blowing up my dress. In this image I had braids, like Heidi, and I was laughing. I never found it, this happiness…”

From this series, I had this image of happiness, since I was a child.

Yesterday, my father and sister, my cousin took the kite and went to a hill close to here. My mother, aunt and grandmother and I remained at the house. I went in the house for a short while and when I went out again, they were gone. I looked for them everywhere until my uncle told me they went to the hill too.

So I went there to meet them. I could see them from far away, the kite was in the air and the women cheered for it. My cousin was jumping with joy, my sister was holding the ropes. I had to come down a hill to meet them, and so I RUN. I run while they cheered, while my cousin was jumping with joy, while my father laughed. I run down and seeing them so happy, the kite flying freely, I felt THAT HAPPINESS.

I finished reading a book I bought at the antiquary, a book in English(Kate’s story), written by Billy Hopkins. It was the story of his mother, and in the book, at the end,  Kate said that you just have to see happiness, in a smile on a neighbor’s face when you teach him how to bake bread, for example.

I have the feeling that happiness is the biggest miracle of life, queen over love or friendship. And how Vama Veche (Romanian band) say in one of their songs :”Fericirea este ceva care nu se atinge niciodata, dar in cautarea ei merita sa alergi toata viata” which means “Happiness is something that cannot be achieved, but it is worth it to search for it all your life”.

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