I have noticed, in my daily life, that good feelings don’t stick around nearly as long as bad feelings do. I can walk around all day with a glum feeling, stress, or anger weighing me down, but happy moments feel fleeting. However, those happy moments still make me smile, no matter how short they are.
I’m usually a generally happy person. I like to be positive, and see the best in both people and situations. However, sometimes I just have off days, where it feels like nothing goes right. It’s on these days that I really appreciate the small, wonderful moments.
These moments don’t come around all the time. They are the moments that make you smile, but you might not ever remember. Smelling the spring breeze on your way to the bus or car. Spotting your dog watching you with perked ears from the window. Finding a pair of holeless socks in your drawer without having to dig to the very bottom. These moments aren’t particularly memorable. They won’t be something that you tell people about for years to come, or even the next day. However, they are little things that I think we should try to pay attention to.
One such moment for me happens frequently when I’m either in math class or working on math homework. Now, those who know me might know that I’m no fan of math. My math class is fun, but the subject just frustrates me to no end. However, I can’t deny that on occasion, it does bring me some joy. Usually through the form of beautiful numbers.
My handwriting leaves something to be desired. I don’t have pretty penmanship, and if I want to write something and make it look neat, I have to concentrate really hard and even then, usually it comes out looking like a two year old with a paint brush tried to write for me. However, occasionally when I’m working on math with a sharp pencil, some random number I write comes out looking really well. And for some absurd reason, it brings me a great amount of joy.
I have thought about it for a while, and I still don’t truly understand why something so trivial as a pretty number might make me happy, and the only conclusion I have come to is that the occurrence surprises me, and for some reason, the fact that I can make something pretty like that makes me happy. Although maybe I’ll never understand exactly why.
Maybe it happens when you smell the spring flowers finally starting to bloom. Maybe you feel it when your TV show makes you laugh. And maybe you smile when you write a beautiful number. But whenever it happens, remember to enjoy the feeling. The happy feeling might not last forever, but if we get them everyday, that’s enough for me. This week, remember to keep watch for the beautiful numbers in your life. See you next week!
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