opinions

I was recently set to thinking about people. People in general. I believe we are to be humble people – not to set ourselves lower than others simply in order to draw attention to ourselves, but truly and honestly humbled.

My reasoning:
We should not hate anyone – we should love everyone.

In order to love someone whom one dislikes, one must act/pretend one does; do everything a good friend would do; say all the things a good friend would say; be a good friend to that individual. Eventually, it will be sincere, as if one has learned to love over time.

The argument against this could be that one should not pretend to be something they’re not; a facade which disguises them. Transparency is key, and being honest is important. Anyway, it’s debatable.

A better approach to this, I believe, is to assume that everyone one meets is more righteous than one’s self; if not more righteous, than wiser; if not wiser, than more pious; etc.

I think that is something to keep in mind – at least I know that I have difficulty in this area. I find myself rolling my eyes, looking down with disdain, ignoring, or being rude and curt with certain people. I am ashamed of this. I hereby resolve to change.

M.fs

make my day.

Plinky prompt: List 10 things that make you happy.

The list will inevitably go on and on and on forever, because I’m generally a very happy person, but here’s just 10 (and in no specific order, to clarify): 

Fall.
Because it’s the best time of year. Jeans, leather jackets, handwarmers, scarves, hats. Picnics in the park, walks in the crisp weather. Reading a good book in the sun with a cool breeze… iLove. 

Chris.
Christine, my sister, is happy 99.99% of the time. She always has a smile on her face, never ever complains, and always without fail has something to say, and always makes me happy. “Whoever is happy makes others happy too (Anne Frank).” 

Coffee.
Coffee gets me jazzed, it makes me happy because it is delicious, and holds fond memories, because every time I have a cup of coffee, I’m creating a memory with someone (even alone, with myself and I) that are wonderful. A cup of coffee never ever holds a bad memory. 

Cheese.
I’m Italian, and I love cheese. Cheese and honey, cheese right off the block, any kind of cheese is AMAZING. It never fails to make me smile, because as with coffee, one can’t help but be happy when eating cheese, and ergo always contains a great memory from past cheese-eating-experiences. As a side note, my family and I always have *incredible* wine and cheese parties. :-D 

Sunshine.
Who could help but be happy when the sun is out shining down on the world, toasting the atmosphere with a warm and bright yellow light. Isn’t the sun a universal symbol for happiness? (if it’s not it should be.) 

Music.
Because music will always be a deep part of my life. Music holds my heart with a power like none other. The power to make or break me. The power to make me laugh, cry, sing, smile, or shout. Without music, my life would be incomplete. Therefore, it will always make me happy when I hear any strain of music. Real music. Classic music. 

Driving with the windows down and the music blaring.
Yes I know, it’s not really “smart” per say, but I can’t help but be happy when driving in a little yellow mini cooper with the windows down, my hair blowing in the rushing wind, and singing along with the tunes at the top of my lungs. :-) 

Doing something good.
Doesn’t everyone get excited and happy when they do something good? A sense of accomplishment it something so wonderful and satisfying that I always feel great when it happens. 

The one I love.
Hmm… because I love them. (duh?) 

Family and Friends.
Is that cliché? Maybe. But it’s true – my family holds my heart, we are very close, and so when I see them, hear them, talk to them, spend time with them, I am happy. More than happy, I’m content. A content heart is something everyone should have, and my family is a big part of that for me. My friends always make my day because they are all so wonderful and sweet (as is my family of course)! Not a day goes by without interaction with a great friend, and that makes me happy. Knowing between the two (family and friends) that I will never be alone. That’s happiness. 

head in the clouds

Plinky prompt: Pick a photograph (online or one of your own) and write a mini-story about it.

Okay, I have this fascination with clouds. Every time I look up into the sky, there’s a glorious scape that I’ll never ever see again. Completely unique, they rise above me like fluffy callouts of white smoke. I blink in the sunlight; somehow each puffy cloud makes me think of ice cream. I lifted my camera to take a picture.

the lens shut with a click that always gives me a little thrill.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Never without your camera,” I heard in the voice that will never ever fail to make me smile. I turn around and am surrounded in the warm and comforting arms of Brian. He’d been my best friend for four years, and my boyfriend for two. A quick kiss reaffirmed that it really was the best day in the world.

“Whatcha taking pictures of this time?” he asked.

“The clouds,” I replied, “they look so pretty don’t they?”

“Yeah,” he said as he looked up. “But they don’t hold a candle to you.”

I blushed. “Heh, thanks.”

He took my hand and said, “Hey, I had this idea. It’s pretty crazy, but you gotta let me know what you think.”

“Okay, shoot.” I said.

“Alright here it is.” He continued. This was his style, he always prefixed his so-called ideas with a long explanation and disclaimer.

“Well I’ve known you for a long time, years, right?” I waited for the punch line. “So I know you’ll give me an honest answer. I mean, you’re perfect, you’re everything to me, you’re… I love you.” and suddenly he was down on one knee holding a diamond ring that sparkled up at me.

“Will you marry me.” He said. Not asking, just stating, waiting for an answer. Although my mind was still racing, I said yes.

The last thing I remember is looking up at the sky, into it’s perfectly formed vanilla clouds pouring down sunshine on me and my fiancée. I was happier than I’d ever been. I was content, and I was with the one I loved. I never forgot those clouds, and every time I look up into the sky I remember the brightest most perfect day of my life.