.Beautiful Disaster.

Lately i've been getting to know some people on a much deeper level than i've normally have. Its nice to think most people actually think about things the way that i do. Things like relationship committments, about living a fulfilled life, about the definition of being happy.

What is happiness to me? People who've known me well enough know i long for the simplest things. Getting a good job that is satisfying and personally fulfilling, lying on the couch with the person i love, waking up on lazy mornings with no formal agendas to complete but just the day to spend away as i deem fit, staring into my childrens' eyes, travelling and seeing the world, learning new things, trying new stuff, and heck even shopping for a shoe or watch..

These are simple things that would make me extremely happy.

I don't necessarily need a fancy car, have to live in a spectacular bungalow or aim be the richest women in the shortest possible time.

I derived satisfaction from the simple things in life. Of course if i had the car n the riches i wouldn't mind it either (like hell who would?), but they are not primarily important.

I've lived a good 21 years. From that little girl with the naughty sparkle in her eyes, to the very angsty angry teen, to the independent, mellowed and sensible young woman i am now. I think i've grown up a lot, even if my parents don't acknowledge it. I'm a whole lot more optimistic, more understanding, livelier and hopeful than i was years ago.

I don't know how life will turn out years from now, but whatever it is, i hope i do everything with all the passion i can muster, and go on with life with the faith i keep in me.

And of course, with that same naughty sparkle. =)