ordinary days
routines and habits make days seem ordinary sometimes. although everyday maybe governed by small or big alterations; gradual or drastic change of course, still in general and in majority, our days spent here can be ordinary.
happiness is one thing though. it maybe something that is routine that might eventually lose its luster. happiness is something that is decided and conditioned. sure, each of us has his or her own precepts of what happiness is. as for me, i keep it simple but never mediocre. but lately, i have been holding on too tight to the object of my own happiness that it is slowly seeping out between the small spaces of my fingers like liquid. this is the same thing that makes my ordinary days worth living - the thing that delights me for settling on to something simpler, because of contentment.
this is one of life’s paradoxes that no matter how hard we try to understand and learn to adjust, we just can’t. our hearts are too stubborn to learn. our heads aren’t much abled to comrehend such phenomenon.
and sigh is all we can do if not cry or laugh from such circumstances.
hmmm…. perhaps, everyday is not ordinary after all….
