Happiness

My recent trip to US was with lots of good and bad happenings. Even though it brought me a little depression, it also was a turning point in my life. It made me to believe that happiness is an inner feeling and is not imaginary concept that can be achieved in a far land or somewhere in an unknown city.* I have it just right here in my small apartment in Toronto with my old clothes, books and dolls! I feel it when I am sitting in the rug that my father brought me from Iran. I don’t care if some parts of my life are not perfect. I have a good job, a small family and lots of good friends and more important I am healthy! I don’t want to postpone my happiness for a far future. I hear it when I listen to my sister's voice on the phone everyday! I have it just at the moment when I am doing some postpone tasks on a Saturday night! I touch it when I water my plants beside the window in my room! I think of it when I know I have two grand mothers! I remember it when I think of the honor of my ordinary good friends in Shiraz, Tehran, Calgary and Toronto who have been kind to me without any expectation or exaggeration!
No matter what happens in my life, I would never decide to be a victim or a loser. As my mom said today, bad happening makes the path of my life smoother for the future. False friends encourage me to appreciate the existing of my true friends better!

*I knew it since I was living in Tehran, just didn't want to believe it, because it could ruin my adventures approach toward the world!