I once heard them say that yellow is the colour associated with happiness... Writing this in yellow is actually making me sick. I am sure you feel sick reading it too so i'll just...
Sweet relief. Black is actually my favourite colour. I hope it is not associated with sadness and a dark core. I have decided to make my blog look like a children's story book. Large fonts, pictures, colours etc. That is the only way to get me to read anything anyway so I figured you might like the idea too.
Ever since I was a little girl, I have always craved for happiness. That inner feeling where everything feels so good and nice and bubbly and fuzzy and warm and beautiful and complete and just...
Back then, very few things were needed to attain this high.
An emotion that is so sly that its causatives feel the need to change every gaddem time...
Feels like trying to get a grip of a live catfish or an eel or even air in motion.
That is how teasing and fickle and euphoric and sweet; yet so sour and beautiful ;yet so ugly and deceptive and exhausting happiness is.
I have a feeling that at a point in my life when I am 115 years old and toothless and beautifully diseased with Alzheimer's or dementia, happiness will probably be
In better put words, make happiness your bitch. You own it. You feed it when you want,you walk it when you want, you just...
Disclaimer: This post might not make sense to you now... but it will when Happiness pulls a fast one on you.
Sweet relief. Black is actually my favourite colour. I hope it is not associated with sadness and a dark core. I have decided to make my blog look like a children's story book. Large fonts, pictures, colours etc. That is the only way to get me to read anything anyway so I figured you might like the idea too.
Ever since I was a little girl, I have always craved for happiness. That inner feeling where everything feels so good and nice and bubbly and fuzzy and warm and beautiful and complete and just...
Back then, very few things were needed to attain this high.
- Food,
- Friends, (not the snitch ones who left me to play with the others) (yes I have been petty since childhood)
- School (or lack of it)
- Family (pretty much my mum at the time)
- TV (childhood narcotic)
- Sleep
- Food (You can tell that is a constant)
- My Mother (When she is happy)
- Relationships (family, friends, boyfriend(on the days I have one and we are not quarreling)colleagues etc)
- God (on the very few days I am not guilty of screw ups)
- Paid Bills (Rent, Etc etc)
- Music
- Music (so nice I had to put it twice)
- Financial security (a stable job or source of income)
- Electricity (Nigerians know what I mean)
- Partying and dancing. (Judge me if you like)
- A few other things i will like to not mention in case my mum reads my blog.
- Purpose (on the days when I feel like I am on the right path.
An emotion that is so sly that its causatives feel the need to change every gaddem time...
Feels like trying to get a grip of a live catfish or an eel or even air in motion.
That is how teasing and fickle and euphoric and sweet; yet so sour and beautiful ;yet so ugly and deceptive and exhausting happiness is.
I have a feeling that at a point in my life when I am 115 years old and toothless and beautifully diseased with Alzheimer's or dementia, happiness will probably be
- Food
- Death (or the anticipation of it)
In better put words, make happiness your bitch. You own it. You feed it when you want,you walk it when you want, you just...
Disclaimer: This post might not make sense to you now... but it will when Happiness pulls a fast one on you.
Nice post. Good write-ups. But please regularize your font type and size. I don't mean to be a bitch but Its valuable information for professionalism.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and for the advice. :)
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