Happiness that money can't buy😊☺️

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Burnt out? Even I was. Not very sure about what I was doing and what I might do. One day as I was sitting alone, looking at the street in front,wondering  why things look so messed up, I realized that I was to be blamed. Suddenly I did not want to be a part of the rat race anymore. I had to sink in deep inside my mind to answer a few questions that I chose to ignore in the past years. Healing does not take place when we run away from the uncomfortable truths. It takes place when we confront them. That evening I cooked meal for my mom and me. I decided to let go off my conservative side for a few days and since then things have changed. I talk when I want to. I work when I want to. I sleep when I want to. I dance when I want to. I know there are well wishers who fake. The thing is I don't react anymore. I understand and enjoy. Is this the real joy of not giving a fuck anymore? I mean we think that people think about us. But no-one gives a damn. At the end of the day, it's you and your life. It's your decisions and experiences  and you know what you want and what you don't want anymore. You know what gives you happiness and what won't and that my buddy, matters. HAPPINESS. Such a broad term. I read it somewhere that it is not the absence of sad events rather it is the will to stay calm despite that. Challenges won't cease to exist and because we are humans we will get bothered very often. That's okay as long as you know that you are doing the things for yourself. For me it's definitely my mom and me and what's better for the both of us. Also, working out is such a great stress buster. Thank god for this time in my life. Maybe secretly I had always wanted to have this time. On Rakhi, my student and I made a little house of clay in our backyard. I don't remember the last time when I felt so happy. During my childhood days, we had a gang and we  did all sorts of naughty stuff ( not adult stuff) right at that place in the backyard where I made that clay house with my student. It brought back memories. Mosquitoes and rain obviously brought us back to reality. 

A childhood friend insisted me to listen to BTS songs. Even a month back I was not a fan, let alone admirer. When my students used to ask me to listen to BTS songs , I had a sad expression on my face to show my displeasure at the mention of the name BTS. So as we went out for a walk, this friend got one of his earphones plugged in my ear ( romantic right? ) and put the other one in his ear and played a song named " Best of me ". Now I had no idea what I was listening to because the language was foreign to me except for a few words of course. But the song turned out to be a nice one and I had to ask my friend more about the song. And there came the word BTS from him and this time I did not have the expression of displeasure anymore. I smiled. I have been doing a project on happiness with a New York Team online and surprisingly the very next day I was given a task that was based on one of BTS' songs. I think it was all destined. Since then till now, I have not looked back when it comes to BTS. My personal favourites are 'Mic drop', ' Black Swan' , 'On', ' I need you', 'Dyanmite', ' Best of me', ' War of hormones' , 'DNA' and Idol'. Damn, they are good.

Time to go back and have dinner with my mother... happiness that money can't buy. 








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