Saturday, October 4, 2014

I refuse to be happy

One of the things that always makes me happy, is to learn something new.

I remember when I was at my tutor's place as I learned the words "home" and "house" and how befuddled it made me wanting to know the difference between the two words.
Today, I finally lived the difference. I was "home". and as happy as this sounds, this "home" had the vibrating air of laughter, sighs, and weeping in a single hour.
This lesson I now live was for a heavy price. I sincerely wish not learning it if I was aware of the circumstances necessary for it.

And today I refuse to be happy. A few minutes earlier, my body, my spirit seem to reject the smile and responded with a short episode of sobbing.