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Have you ever asked yourself "am I happy?" Do you realize how sometimes we bring upon ourselves stress and sadness when we can easily avoid it. In my recent trip to Cairo I got the chance to go and sit by the Nile under the moon, the following day I visited the Pyramids. While there are many things in Egypt that I can criticize I must admit I thoroughly enjoyed my time.
I loved talking to people, asking questions, and discovering the culture. I loved going places and having new experiences, no stress, no worries, just listening, observing, discovering. Could that have been pure happiness? Then again at the back of my mind I was always thinking of people, I felt something was missing, I wanted certain people to be with me and enjoy the moments I was enjoying.
Happiness, my dear friend is what we make it to be. For me, happiness is not the ideal way of life, but a feeling that you can bring to yourself. A point where your mind and heart are at ease.
I doubt many things, but there is one thing I know for sure: happiness is not and will never be materialistic based.
Oh, we made a big progress - from two readers to three :))) - it should be an option here showing how many view the article had (let me guess - you have this option and you know there is more than three).
ReplyDeleteWell, when you talked about the happiness which is a feeling in a moment of life - yes, i have it - just for example: in 2011 on Newroz in Shanadar Park when i watched the flames of big fire on the top of cave burning higher and higher (cant describe this feeling, like the one when i saw Qalla at night for the first time). This year it happened that i was standing on a empty road somewhere behind Shexan toward Lalish, with no signal in my mobile, alone, no houses, no cars, no people - i looked around, i saw the beutiful mountains and on,ly one thought came to my head (and it wasnt: Oh, my God, what i shell do now?) - it was: This is Kurdistan - and straight away my heart was filled with warm, joy and pride. Campi Maxmur, when i eat dinner with Gerilla... Qandil, when completly strange people called to me and invite to eat with them (also on Newroz)... Slemanyi, when i sit with young kurdish patriots, whom i knew maybe 2 hours, in their Govari Hawdem office, with little smora jumping on us... But also with Kurds in UK, whom i also knew just few hours, in the tent set up in solidarity with hunger strike... Yes, i know what does it mean to feel happy. Thanks Sazan - i didnt realize...
People are always more important than places.
ReplyDeleteI'm pleased you had a good time, and I hope your campaign against domestic violence is going well. I bet you have plenty more than two readers, just two who regularly take the time to comment :)
Kulka - It says I have thousands of hits, for some reason I don't believe the number.
ReplyDeleteYou prove that happiness can come from the simplest of things. Sometimes its important to remind ourselves of what it is that really makes us happy!
Amicus - the campaign is going great. I will write a few articles about it in the local papers and will make sure I post the links!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading and taking the time to comment.