I have done a lot of things.. somethings big somethigngs tooo small
Most ,if not all, actions of my life are insignificant and inconsequential by any reasonable analysis.
Its good to do things which make me happy.. isnt it??
Why is my happiness based on most trivial things and not on more secure REAL things. Is the pursuit of happiness eternal because of the ficklenss in happiness itself??
If only i need wat i want can i complain about not getting it!
Today I am happy for the simplest thing I did.. Wish the miracle always works.. or like everything else will it subside with time?