Too many problems in this world right? too many problems in our lives too, no ones really satisfied, we still have something in us complaining about things that aint perfect or making us want things even more which we always wanted, our goals whatever it may be, our dreams, our worries, complains , too much (my fav word!)
when am alone, my loneliness prompts me to think about all those things that I fail to admire throughout the day, all those wonderful things, that I always observed, liked, loved, pretty beautiful things!
so here are a few stuff/things/feelings/emotions/moments that i love which makes me realize the beauty of life
you know when its all dark in a room and u have just a few rays of sunlight trying to peek through ur curtains/door/window/chimney/whatever, you can actually see the dust particles moving haphazardly something like we studied in physics Brownian motion but not actually that, its something more interesting and beautiful cause those dust particles seem like specks of gold falling from somewhere dancing in the air looking so calm and peaceful.
the smell of the damp mud when it rains takes me all the way back to the streets of Lahore, where I can then visualize samosas and jalebis ( sweet) being fried at one corner and their aroma making me crave for them at that very moment.
when its all quiet in the room , I can hear every single tick of the clock and start counting the seconds with it until I get bored or lost count and actually check the time myslef.
I actually/weirdly lol like to stare at the darkness when I close my eyes
our power of imagination! we can actually imagine anything, anytime, anywhere, things which are practically impossible or unrealistic, the best thing is that our imagination has no boundaries or limits, its just depends solely on us, how we wanna use our this power, how creative can we be,
cause as one of my friend said, 'we have God and the power of imagination!’
the smile on a face of a poor child is priceless, it makes u feel that no problem is a big problem, if he can smile then why not me?
its awesome when the whole family is gathered in the lounge watching Pakistan play cricket, all of us praying really hard, as if paki’s win is the most important thing in our lives , the room is full of unity, faith, patriotism (sounds like Quaid's words) and the feeling of togetherness.
a baby’s laughter <3
this is so abso-freaking-lutely adorable
I love how my mom oils my hair with all that extra massage which makes me feel nice and lazy or when she pats on my head continuously with my head on her lap moving my bangs here n there , a precious moment as those hands have some kinda magic in them which could make me forget all my worries and bring an unusual kind of peace and satisfaction to my heart even on my worst days.
I deeply adore it when dad kisses on my forehead , it gives me so much of strength, brings back all my energy and keeps my head high to face all the troubles in life.
how every night me and my sister can talk for hours about our lives and never get bored, how she understands my silence and how I get to know what shes thinking from her eyes, sister love <3
the hug from two of my best friends, one’s hug is skinny (I can feel her bones!), sincerely loyal lol, full of love, making me feel I have got someone truly beautiful in my life
and the other one’s hug is fun, jolly, bringing a sense of euphoria to me, making me feel that I have her to solve all my problems in life, I rely on her
and its funny how much stamina I have and how much energy I can waste fighting with my little brother, my baby (well act not he's as tall as me lol) on a piece of chocolate for literally hours, sometimes me hiding it or some times he doing nasty things like licking it so that I don’t eat lol but at the end we both share it though I still try to get the larger piece :P
cause well someone cool truly said, ‘ we cannot buy happiness, but we can buy chocolate (act ice cream lol) which is pretty much the same thing’.
a small note for everyone,
smile and enjoy the small moments of your life :)
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