Be Happy

The best gift you can give yourself in life is happiness, you deserve it.
I had been unhappy for most of my life, although I already knew the potential in which I possessed I still managed to convince myself that happiness wasn’t for me, at least not in the present moment, well at least not until I make my first million.

Like most of us, I had also fooled myself into believing that happiness comes with being in possession of certain materialistic possessions nor the company of certain people, that happiness came from a house on the hills, a Porsche in its garage and the company of Marilyn Monroe, and I overlooked wiser men with five Porsches, five houses and a thousand Marylyn Monroe’s that still manage to cry themselves to sleep every single night, puzzled as to why it all isn’t what they had expected it to be.

It is all because we do not understand that happiness has nothing to do with your earnings, prestige or luxurious privileges, but it is in your heart, it is abundance. Being happy with R 200 in the very same way you would be with R 200 000 000 is a true recipe to happiness, finding satisfaction in your own company before seeking that of others and living life in your own comfortable pace, instead of “keeping up with the Jones”.
We all ultimately want to do better in life, but it is almost impossible to do better unless you start by acknowledging and appreciating the good you have already done so far, gratitude is King.

In conclusion, happiness is enjoying the simplest pleasures in life, and that is, good food, clean water, music, sunlight, and ultimately appreciating the present moment for the beauty it truly is and worrying less about the future. It is taking life one step at a time, living on your own terms and never passing on an opportunity to smile.

Be happy.

Grandma Used To Say……….

As we set on a school-like bench next to a coal stove with heavy eyes, roaring stomachs and much anticipation, grandma would finally dish for us a meal of homemade mille maize and spinach we had picked from the garden earlier on that day, and we would all gather around the big bowl where all the children ate together every single night, and we would all appreciate that the soil had provided yet again, just enough to get us through another day, we’d be so grateful, and then grandma would say grace, and as we all let go of each other’s hands she’d look at us all and say;
“With gratitude my children, thou shall feast now”.