It’s been so long since I’ve felt this warm. I mean, it’s quite a surprise because winters always infuse my bones with mental sickness and isolation. This time, it was different and different is not always good however this year has to be one of those exceptional ones where nothing great happens but you still feel like you’ve lived a long, peaceful life.
Greatness often becomes a measure for our happiness. Greater the milestone achieved, greater is the joy that comes attached with it.
I find it a shallow means of ‘measuring’ happiness. It can never be scaled. The purity of a moment is derived by the sheer memory of it and how it detaches you from the reality while you smile like an absolute idiot.
2019 has been one such moment for me. I worked on myself and on building a stronger bond with people I love. I tried filling in the empty spaces and I’ve come to terms with things that went askew.
And For the things I couldn’t learn, I hope 2020 will make up for it.
My hands are freezing as I type this, but there’s an uncanny warmth spreading over my chest. I haven’t felt so much peace in ages.