“We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try. I didn’t always know this, and am happy I lived long enough to find it out.”—
“Everyone wants stuff. We wake up everyday with a list of wishes a mile long and maybe we spend our lives trying to make those wishes come true. But just because we want them doesn’t mean we need them to be happy.”—Pushing Daisies (via 52hearts)
How can anyone not believe in magic? Life is magic. Love is magic. The sun rising every day, this is magic. Sunsets, snowflakes, starry night skies, these are magic. Finding one person in this whole world who you love more than anyone who loves you back—that is magic. Finding anyone who understands your silly habits or circumstances— that is magic. The feeling of a kiss, fruit growing on trees, the fact that we can put together symbols and sounds with instantly to communicate and form connections with other people… if these things aren’t magic, well then, what is?
i like people who are excited to see me. i like hot tea. i like snow in the morning. i like invitations. i like formal attire. i like eyes flecked with gold. i like crisp sheets. i like lavender and vanilla. I like biker jackets. I like scruffy jawlines. I like scones. I like wanting to be cuddled. I like being hugged. I like black pens. I like when people are genuinely happy to see me. I like making people laugh. I like when people whisper into my ear and then my sides start to tickle. I like late night phone calls. I like real surprises. I like baby pink and canary yellow. I like going on walks when nobody’s around me in springtime. I like 3a.m. when i’m the only one awake. i like drawing stars and rainbows and unicorns and fairies. i like daydreaming. i like happy, oh-there-you-are-i-hoped-i’d-bump-into-you smiles. i like giving presents. i like getting presents. i like lavender and vanilla. i like hundred dollar bills. i like hundreds on tests. i like people who smile to themselves and think nobody’s watching them. i like people. i like people who like people. i like people who hate people.
I had a thought tonight. I was thinking about love and how foolish it is to allow most of your happiness to depend on its presence or lack. I’m sure it’s wonderful. I understand the ache for it, I do. But how can you let your personal happiness depend so much on someone else’s actions? This is your journey and no one else’s and if they happen to converge for a bit, well then that’s beautiful. But what if they depart? If you spend your days waiting for the person, the love, to make you happy, are you prepared to give up that happiness if it doesn’t work out?
I believe in love. I hope for love. But tonight I had a thought that I want to be happy whether I’m alone or there’s someone next to me. I want my personal happiness to run so deep that nothing can disturb it. I want my happiness to be an undeniable part of me. Love comes and goes but I’m not willing to have my happiness be so fleeting; the world is just too beautiful and life too short to waste any of it being made miserable by circumstance.