I have a couple of heart-wrenching disappointments last year. I lost focus of more important things in life. It's a misguided pursuit of happiness. Big mistake! It took a while before I recovered. It's one memory lanes I would not want to walk back into.
What's important is there is something good in all that has happened. First, I realized how insignificant I am in the scheme of things, a tiny speck in the universe. Paradoxically, I also realized that, insignificant I may be, I can influence people. My choice was clear. I could go on wallowing in my sadness and spread a contagious disease of negativity or move on, learn from it, and create a web of positivity, a web a could rely on to catch me if I fall.I chose the latter.
I decided to do what makes me happy. Writing makes me happy. And if there is one person in the world that I can lift up because I write, that would make me happier. I no longer write because it makes me happy but because I could touch life with what I share. Interestingly, the more I focus on giving joy, the more the happiness returns.
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