Happiness In my eyes

“Andrews Good Day”

It was a quaint, four mile long creek. It was not too warm, not too cold. It was simply good. The water; not too warm, not too cold. The air; not too warm, not too cold. My hopes; not too warm, not too cold, meaning I was not overly hopeful that there would be fish, but again wanting to catch the beautiful, little, marbled, and most certainly native brown trout. This creek was absolutely gorgeous, comparable to Eden. It was perfect. It reminded me of the beginning of life and the calm the world was once at. The simplicity of everything was near a pure bliss to me. Everything in modern days are way to busy, and we lose sight of the simple things; the foundations of life. I was wearing my mud brown waders, a short sleeve cotton t shirt, and a vest around my chest carrying the complex equipment for a rather simplistic, beautiful, sport; fly fishing. The best part of fly fishing is simply being on the water, away from life, away from civilization, and just with nature. The time in which I realized this was going to be a great day was when I saw the dew on the grass, and and the creek in the background, trees everywhere, and no one in sight. It was all me and nature. Nature is my high, and finding this pretty little creek none of my friends had heard of gave me a feeling I imagine whoever created Jazz felt when they busted a groovy tune to all of their conservative, classical friends. I had come to a place no one had ever been before. I was excited to do something that no one else had done in an environment comparable to, for me, a second home. Silence and loneliness do good things for one's mind. These two things let you relax away from our busy everyday lives and appreciate the way I hope things once were and can again be before man continues his foolish destruction of earth. This was an adventure of discovery and solitude of and in a perfect world. The title does this lovely setting no right in that it gifted to me an extraordinarily good day, perhaps even great. It made me very, very happy. But why isn't everyone?

Simplistic pleasures.

“Hair”

My hair is quite frankly annoying. I too have a colic, but mine is closer to the center of my head. I absolutely hate it. Growing up I was always self conscious of how I looked because of my nasty, mean, brother who bullied me into thinking I wasn’t good enough. No. I shouldn’t say bully. Perhaps, motivated me to change? I don’t really know. Anyways, I have learned to cope with my brown, thick, mushroom growing head hair with many different hair products and hair styles. I guess it is better than being bald and I am thankful for that when I am older, my thick hair will thin and I’ll at least continue those long, sudden haircuts that my mother forced me to get before tennis matches or soccer games. I’m glad I have hair, my hair, specifically. It is one of the subtle teachers in my life that has taught me that even in some of the worst things, there are good, and that I have less to worry about than others. For that, I am gracious... Plus, Olivia likes my hair.

“oLIVEia"

Olivia is cute. Wait, no. That's an understatement. She is adorable. She is sometimes a little goofy with the way she throws her hands around in a panic fluster, but she means no harm. Dexter is quite adorable with his soft dark fur, and he too is a little goofy being a ferret and all. He has these dainty little claws that seem to cling to your skin. But he means no harm. I love them both in their own goofy ways and both make me a little happier each time I see them. With Dexter I feel like it's the joy you get from seeing a baby giggle, but with Liv it's more of a mature feeling. Olivia is my best friend, but Dexter is like that annoying little brother that I so happen to be. So, to some people he is annoying but to me he just wants that attention and that love he is sometimes neglected from those older and bigger than him. This means he always wants attention. But then again, doesn’t Liv? I mean, she does always try to jump into my area of vision or when she doesn't, she just happened to be there. I love them both, no matter how much they pester or bother me because I know, at least with my girl, Olivia, I give plenty in return... But in a cute way, like Dexter. They both make me very happy, and Liv in particular is a reason I am thankful to live the life I do. But why can’t everyone be happy?

"me"

I am not one to deny the simplistic desire I and everyone has; to compete, to be the best. But for me, it is a different level and kind of competition which creates a really grand struggle. I want to be the best. Who doesn’t? But the dilemma is that in order to be the best, you often have to sacrifice many things: time, happiness, and pain just to name a couple of them. Sometimes, you even have to rise above others and then what you are trying to accomplish is unenjoyable because, for me, you don’t ever want to put someone down for not being able to accomplish one thing. In a perfect world, we’d all be able to do the same things. But that's not the case. One thing we can all do, toothless or not, is smile. There is good in everything. I think that this is something everyone overlooks because we get so nit picky on certain details that when they go the opposite way we’d like, we can only see that sadness and failure. We get tunnel vision. But in everything, there is always a joke or some laughter and along comes a tool just making its way into society and one I hope to become a more common thing: a smile. Perhaps, despite income or political stand points, being the best is making people smile because that way I will be at ease with my place in society, and at calm within my own mind and soul.

On the right.

“Variety"

I never ate our schools boring, and in my opinion, gross lunch options. It doesn’t even look like food. It is disgusting. Like cardboard. Funny though, cardboard is brown just like the cheap paper bag I brought my lunch in everyday, even to this day. My food has always been either a sandwich and a yogurt, but not what I’m looking for. I want something I comfortably say, “Wow, this tastes good!”, but this is Dansville, and what we have here is simple, sometimes boring, and most certainly relaxing. Where is there variety? Where is the taste? Where is the happiness that comes with every bite? Where is the missing happiness...

"Today Is A Good Day"

Today is a good day. This won't be such a long piece because of its simplistic nature. Everyday is a good day. No, actually that is not true, and thats not the case. Today is a good day because of what you make of it. As I said and will say, people get so fixated on the little things and forget about the most important thing: happiness. Today is a good day not because everything was good, but because of what you choose to see. We become blinded by the sad, or the negative parts of our days and on a broader spectrum, in our lives. People need to lift their heads, find joy, and be simple yet unique. People need to be themselves, and people need to be happy.

“Born to Be”

I’m sort of a jack of all trades. There is nothing I think I am horrible at. One thing that feels horrible is being a jerk, or being ones victim. The hardest part of the whole I pick, you pick, laugh it out situation is that nobody knows the line. What’s acceptable to say? I absolutely am enraged when I say something to my friends that is somewhat offensive, mostly funny, and they laugh. But, then they continue and throw at me pile of poop that makes me feel like the thing they just threw at me: it makes me feel like crap. Another instance is when we are picking and poking and I say something mild that offends someone who has done worse to me. The goal of this horsing around is to have fun, to laugh, but too often, we lose sight of this and instead generate hate. Make love, not hate

Like I said... Jack of all trades.

"The Fam"

My family and I have never fully agreed on anything. We argue and bitch at one another constantly. But one thing we never do is talk to anyone else the way we talk to each other. I always have wondered why it is that we can talk to those who show us unconditional love in a way that you'd talk to no other. But why? It's because we know that no matter what, they will keep showing us that unconditional love. Just recently my father and I got in a screaming match but a week later, we are completely fine. Its because I love him and he loves me. We don't share this love for anyone else, and we don't share the happiness we can feel with our friends that we can feel with our family. Not that its any more or less, but its different. We love them, they love us. No. Matter. What. Thats it. We need to somehow devise and adapt to being capable of showing this love for others and creating happiness.

“People”

My parents never really told me to stay away from anybody. But where did I learn of the candy man van scares? It was from my peers. Specifically, those older to me. People taught me to be afraid or stereotype people ever since a young age simply based on their looks. The most enlightening thing I’ve ever heard was when my father told me about his own old man. He said that people come in all sorts of different shapes and sizes, colors and styles. Some are bad, some are good. But if my father were to ever judge someone based solely on theirs looks and his father found out, there’d be an issue. I love the fact that it was absolutely unacceptable to judge someone based on their looks. It's what's on the inside that matters. This is something I’ve tried to implement to all aspects of my life. How is it possible that someone could be classified and placed into your social friendship scale that we are all guilty of having. Sure, there are some people we like more than others. It's what's on this inside that matters. No one should be judged based on looks. For all we know, someone who looks like an old witch could be the most beautiful person of all. And yes, that was a reference to Beauty And The Beast. “Never judge a book by its cover.” van scares? It was from my peers. Specifically, those older to me. People taught me to be afraid or stereotype people ever since a young age simply based on their looks. The most enlightening thing I’ve ever heard was when my father told me about his own old man. He said that people come in all sorts of different shapes and sizes, colors and styles. Some are bad, some are good. But if my father were to ever judge someone based solely on theirs looks and his father found out, there’d be an issue. I love the fact that it was absolutely unacceptable to judge someone based on their looks. It's what's on the inside that matters. This is something I’ve tried to implement to all aspects of my life. How is it possible that someone could be classified and placed into your social friendship scale that we are all guilty of having. Sure, there are some people we like more than others. It's what's on this inside that matters. No one should be judged based on looks. For all we know, someone who looks like an old witch could be the most beautiful person of all. And yes, that was a reference to Beauty And The Beast. “Never judge a book by its cover.” Everyone is beautiful, and everyone deserves to be happy despite how they look.

“Hilfiger the Forgetful"

Every day. Every single day. I try to show my independence in many ways. Every day. One account I can recall was when I tried to be all big and strong by packing my own suitcase about two years ago when we went to the Caribbean. The Caribbean is possibly the most beautiful sea in the world. We were headed to Atlantis! I was all excited, set out to get my time's worth at this million year old but somehow new place being built recently of course. Being the self-conscious and nervous person I am, although not as much anymore, I was all set on getting my outfits ready. I was so excited to be there and I wanted to look like I was wearing the latest Ralph Lauren, Tommy Hilfiger clothes I inherited from my brothers. I was determined to get going and I resisted my mother's aid in assisting me with packing for these two week long vacation... I should’ve gotten her help. I am happy that I managed to look cool while on vacation, but I missed one thing... Two, actually...It turns out underwear and socks are a pretty vitale thing to one's attire.I was so embarrassed and my brothers typical heckling was not invited, but of course they persisted on making me feel stupid, as usual, for forgetting the essentials to one's outfit, and of course they were the things no one else was seeing. Anyways, lesson learned; alway get help from your mama. Even if ya’d like to be independent, at some point or another, you will crash, leaning on your family, the ones who love you even if you forget to pack underwear... I am loved...

“Speak"

When I was little, I never really had a specific spot I’d wanted to go or went when I wanted some solitude. For me it was never really about the destination but the adventure. I say this loosely because my childhood was sort of a blur. I remember some generic things about it but never really anything. In all things reality, I don't even really remember much of adventuring at all. When I look back on it, my childhood, I always remember being that kid that wasn’t ever afraid to talk to anyone and say anything,and my parents agree; I’m a bit of an attention seeker. I just love people. I think that everybody has something about them that is so entirely interesting that it makes each and everyone unique and pu simply: cool. But what does this have anything to do with an adventure or a place I’d go. Looking into the past, I was the adventure. Everywhere I went I had fun and went with an open mind. There was no one I didn’t like, no one I hated. But I was that little 7 year old kid that would go back and talk to my brothers friends grandparents, whom I’ve never met, and just sat and talked for an hour and a half or so my Father tells me today. I always want to be a person everyone likes and everyone can talk to and love. One of my classmates recently said his biggest fear is to die alone, and to be forgotten, but at least every person that I’ve talked to at least two or three times, I have a memory of them, and usually a fond one because of the way I can smoothly talk to people and make them smile and laugh. He is not alone and none of us are alone. I want to go on a great adventure in life, get out of this town, and do better things, make a bigger impact. But I now realize that you are only as successful as you allow yourself to be, so just smile, wave, and laugh it all out. Chances are, you’ll be good no matter where you are or what you're doing. You'll be happy.

“My Place in this world”

I have no idea what I want to literally come when I am older and certainly no idea of where I may end up doing it. We all start off bare with knowledge, waiting to learn from those around us or those things happening around us. As time goes on you are influenced by those that surround you, and you learn, and you change. You try to fit in. You try to be happy, not sad. But what is happy? What is our purpose. My purpose is to make people happy. I believe that everyone has the potential to be happy, but the tricky part is knowing how to make people happy and feel ok. I grew up in a petite and beautiful town, a small and strange young boy. I have grown to be someone who shows and gives compassion. Someone who gives and gets love. Someone who gives out smiles like air, and someone who gets them in return. Someone who was very self conscious and unsure of himself at many different times but has learned to grow as a rather competitive person. I am someone who wishes to do good by my name by doing great by others. No matter where I end up, no matter who I am with, no matter how I look, no matter how they look, no matter who, I will choose to be happy. This is something I can trust my very competitive self in doing because then this way no one is put down because my happiness is sort of like chemistry in a weird way... Every element is slightly different, but there is one thing that isn't. Each one is made up of smaller molecules. Thats how life is. People are different, the kind of happiness you may experiment is different. But, at the end of the day happiness lives on.

Love is prevalent, happiness is everywhere.

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