It’s Easy To Forget

I had forgotten why. I had forgotten how. I had even forgotten what it is that was bugging me. But I felt like the ground was eating me alive.

It was just one of those days that made you feel like you were climbing a mountain and one thousand three hundred and fifty seven Hercules-sized rocks had collapse onto you. On top of that, your trainers had a hole in it. No, make that two holes in it. While your left hand was brutally severed off by a killer butterfly. Oh, and just when you thought you were a feet away from reaching the peak, a clown appears out of nowhere and pushes you off the cliff. Yippy.

The monstrosity.

However something changed in between. Changed the way I felt about life that instant. They were just tiny pieces of events. Meaningful events. Which multiplied into an uplifting sensation and made my day.

The purring of a familiar neighborhood cat, the 2-minutes joking session with a friendly neighbor, the taste of chocolate coffee cake with family members, the discovery of my long lost favorite pair of earrings, and the 2-hour long movie night with my soul mate. Plus a little bit of snuggling here and there. I was finally at the peak of that mountain. Kicking the darn clown out of my way. And jabbing that killer butterfly in its antennas.

I realize that sometimes it’s just easy to forget. To forget how to stop and take a deep breath. To forget how to take into consideration the little tiny pieces of events that truly matters in life. The meaningful ones. And with a snap of your fingers, life just gets better.

In light of presenting happy moments, here’s a shot that makes my heart skip a beat and do the hoola hoop. A photo of Armand and Isaac’s 5 meter sprint, captured by Raja.