on happiness(and contentment).

To me at least, life is an eternal pursuit of happiness.

To some people happiness is an ideal that can never truly be attained; to others, it is a passing phase, lasting moments, minutes, hours, days, years- and the way to a fruitful and fulfilling life is to relentlessly pursue goals (things, places, people) that bring happiness to/in your life.

It might have come a little late but I think the time that i really started to understand what being happy was about came early this year, when I realised that i could never really attain the kind of physique that was my ideal body.

I always had issues with my body, more so than my face, and because of that i was never really able to be comfortable within my own skin. For what might have seemed like years, it was always a constant searching of myself, trying to feel comfortable, trying to get used to how i looked, trying to resolve the conflict between how i wanted to look and how i actually did.

but finally somehow,

as if someone lit a spark,

in the dark I started to see clearly.

I saw clearly the kind of body that i could never attain, (with no sadness or regret),

but also more importantly I saw the good in what had been bestowed to my body, and potential in that there was so much I could do to make myself feel more comfortable with my body, more comfortable in my own skin, even though I could never be tall or slim.

they often say that meeting someone who loves you for who you are and how you look is one of the best ways for you to gain confidence, and I cannot deny that your existence in my life has helped to make me at peace with myself/my body.

but also, more importantly,

it was because I wanted to change, I wanted to love myself

and therefore I changed, I started to learn to love;

because I wanted to be happy,

and because of that,

I am.