Happiness & Love...

What a title, doesn’t it just make you smile reading those words? Well… it does me anyway!
Happiness… as I sit writing this there’s a song playing in the background, one which as soon as I hear those first few notes my heart skips about all over the place and I then breathe a sigh of relief. The song? “Open Your Eyes” by Snow Patrol, the song which I call “my Paris song”, other than the fact that the video is set on the streets of Paris, a car driving and driving until finally they arrive at the Sacre Coeur, looking over that wonderful breath-taking view I’ve seen so many times in my life and feel the need to see it again and again and again… because… it never gets old. This was also the song I played over and over on my trip to Paris in April 2006… the year I also managed to go there twice… this trip was actually a Christmas present to my Mum and I from my Dad and what a gift it was. I believe it was this year that I become utterly besotted with Paris, the city of lights and for me… dreams. I love Paris.
Happiness to me is something that is in fact indescribable, how could you possibly describe an emotion of which can make you feel higher than ever before. This is a necessity to me in life, happiness, and without it well, I’ve felt it, haven’t we all? I don’t understand how people can let themselves be unhappy, whether it be generally in their life, in a career, at school, in a relationship or whatever because there’s always a positive that can be found… this makes me think of a beautiful quote my friend once sent me:

“When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but we often look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.”

This is a true statement in my opinion and I could easily give you reason upon reason for why so, but I think you can make your mind up about that one.

Love?! Well, such a strong word… love is something I feel when I think of my family, extremely strong and special ties with friends, those who have offered help and support; from my Kinesiologist to my yr3 teacher to my French teacher. I however have yet to feel that love for the opposite sex of which everyone seems to rave on about, I’m sure my time will come though, it’s a matter of finding the right person. Love is also felt for certain incredibly stunning and dreamy places in the world... like these ...




... the Blue Mountains of Australia and Musée d'Orsay, Paris.

Love is however not just this overpowering emotion that we feel for another being or a place but also, to me I see love as a tree… there in the middle of these branches lays love, amongst passion, friendship, family, kindness, affection, sadness, determination, strength, appreciation, admiration, care and lust. We all depict love completely differently. What is love to me? What is that feeling? Love is that feeling of utter joy when you know that as long as you carry on feeling that way, if something goes wrong, that love will be there to put you back on your feet. Love is dream. Love is real. Love is what you make it.

The power of love and happiness is a completely different matter. How can that one be explained? I have no idea! But I know for sure I definitely feel it right now. Whatever it is… it picks me up.

I'm certain I could have wrote a better blog than this with this topic however how do you describe and write about such powerful emotions?

"Even after all this time the Sun never says to the Earth 'you owe me' Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky..."

Think about that one.

L x

*Thanks to Billy for the topic and Gracie for the quotes x