- What is being happy? Easily describe, being happy is to feel free, without weights on your back and, more than anything, alive. I would say that in my case is easy. I'm a happy person. I just love laughing and, even more, the feeling of love in me, which causes me laughter. Like I told you in the beginning of this blog, I'm a musician. Music is everything to me. When I'm down, music lifts me up and when I feel music is down in my heart, I just create a path where I fall in love with music and that love takes me to happiness again and every time. For those of you that don't know, I lost my father when I was 9 years old. Guess what brought a smile to my face. Music! That's what brought happiness into my life. I have a guitar and I've felt in love with her ( Nelly). My instrument and I are more united than any cellular compartment in my body, although she's just an object. When I feel the beat of music, the only thing I can do is smile. What music says to me is so short, heart moving and breath taking, but so effective in my brain, soul and consciousness. It is unexplainable what I feel. I wish you could understand the love, which takes me to the happiness I feel every time music runs through my veins.
A little part of me.
- My friend... You do not have to worry about anything. Happiness is something you yourself create, not something that someone brings you. I may be confusing you, but look at it this way. Love... When a person falls in love with you, the person goes to you and offers his/her love, but you don't take that love like that and done. It's a process. You start creating love which you share with that person that offered his/her love to you. It's really the same with happiness. People may bring you happiness, but if you don't created and believe it within yourself that happiness is going nowhere. You have to be your own motivation. Look at me... my guitar makes me happy... that's true... but, I'm really making myself happy, because I'm the one that makes the guitar sound, as beautiful, as I want her to sound. The sounds that the strings of my instrument makes in perfect sync with my voice is the creation of my own motivation within my heart. When you are happy you tell the world that you're someone, that you don't care what anybody thinks of you and that the dark walls that had probably held you are broken and once again you're free; like the moon, shining through out the white tiles of a cloud; like a bird, flying again after it's fall; like the ocean, taking over the last pieces of earth left; like a sword, slashing between anything in it's path; like the universe, without knowing it's beginning nor it's own end. That's the way happiness works! In order of your own freedom!
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