while the storm rages on: "When I was 5 years old, my mom told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down "happy." They told me I didn't understand the assignment, and I told them they didn't understand life. "

Monday, January 3, 2011

"When I was 5 years old, my mom told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down "happy." They told me I didn't understand the assignment, and I told them they didn't understand life. "

Happy...is such a fickle friend. But when he's with me, the day becomes so much brighter. It's almost tantalizing because I know that he'll go off and leave me someday. Without him, I'm always insecure and I always wonder when he's going to come back...will he ever come back? Maybe he has a restless heart so that's why he wanders off. Or does he get angry at me?
I saw a rainbow today. We were driving and I happened to look up...to see a brilliant huge rainbow smiling at me. I smiled back at the new year. I saw that rainbow again. Happy had knocked on my door to come home once again.