Happiness is in the Little Things

No Need For Big Adventures

I am a person who has never really travelled to exciting places. People talk about sand between their toes. They go on about exciting cuisines. They describe the smells as they take in these majestic sceneries. And for me, I have never really got to experience any of these. But I don’t think I need to. What makes me happy is already within my grasp.

I enjoy the little things in life. What excites me doesn’t require me to pack my bags and fly around the world. I love sitting by my desk, listening to the world drown out by the pitter-patter of the rain. I love chatting with my friends, counting down the days till we all hang out. I love smelling the air when my dad cooks his recipes. I love watching animated videos while my favorite songs play in the background. It’s those things that I will cherish, and it’s those things that I will always recall in my favorite memories.

Here is a poem I love that talks about happiness in the simple things:

The Orange - Wendy Cope

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange -
The size of it made us all laugh,
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave -
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.

The Feeling of Home

To me, you can only explore a destination for the first time once, because the next time, you won’t get that same feeling of being in an unrecognizable place. You will always point out how certain landmarks are in the same places. And you will always recall what you felt and saw the last time you were there. But for these little things, no matter how many times I partake in the same actions or notice that I’m doing them, it makes me happy. You could say it’s because of the comfort of familiarity, and I would agree with you. Nothing beats coming back to instances that remind me of home.