It’s just about to hit ten o’clock as I sit here at my desk in semi darkness. The hot air from my trusty heater flows around my ankles and makes a soft swissshing sound. My eyes are drooping as a yawn escapes my lips. It’s the end of a long tiring day, full of grey skies and rain.
My bones are weary and I feel as if I am older than my age. It is a Friday night and this weekend is going to be a long weekend. Everyone is out partying while I sit here unable to contain my tiredness.
I am longing for better days, for sunshine and smiles. My weary bones tell a story of their own. Too much weighs upon my shoulders and I long for these weights to be lifted. I am but one person. I can only carry so many burdens. But it would seem that I am much stronger than I appear.
Ahh…but life is not to be lived complaining. No, I do not wish for that. Too much time is wasted complaining. At the same time, I do not wish to accept life the way it is. Surely there must be more to it. I am constantly searching for the greener pastures. But what if there are no greener hills? The thought has plagued me many a nights.
Ultimately, I’ve reached a conclusion. If there are no greener pastures, then we must plant seeds of happiness in our own pastures. Rare as these seeds may be to find (and even harder to plant), we must endeavour to grow them so that in the end, it is our own hills that are the greenest.
This is my goal. This is what I aim for in life. Not to look for greener pastures where they may possibly be none, but rather, to grow greener hills of my own through planting seeds of happiness, love, laughter and life.
