“Which doesn’t mean, of course, that I’d stopped loving her, that I’d forgotten her, or that her image had paled; on the contrary; in the form of a quiet nostalgia she remained constantly within me; I longed for her as one longs for something definitively lost.” – The Joke, Milan Kundera
It’s been one marathon of a year. As we approach the final two months of 2014, much calls for a reflection of the moments and emotions that have been had. Not to dwell upon the past, but more so, to reflect upon the growth, the lessons that were learnt along the way.
It has occurred to me (sounding kinda casual here, but yes it was close to an epiphany) that happiness is not to be found in achievements or solid moments, if solid moments were to be used to refer to milestones for the lack of a better description (no moment is solid, but ephemeral). Happiness bound to moments – and if we should only seek the same moments to relive happiness – that is stagnation, and mere repetition. Maybe happiness then, is a journey, of gratitude, of giving and of peace and compassion toward the self.
And if one were to highlight moments of the beauty in gratitude, let these serve as reminders of its existence. The real ness in the beauty of the world around us, that so easily escapes our awareness.