Celebrating: A Happy Day.

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Today was a profoundly blissful day, and I can never be more grateful for it. I still feel my chest clenched from the laughter, lips stretched from the exhausted smiles and spirit rising afloat, somewhere in a dimension of unearthliness and peace.

Today, I spent a free class with a group of friends and we simply went crazy! We turned on the music and danced, sang and laughed our hearts out and mind me, it was in an empty class in univeristy! It was a bit fearless of us because being caught while twirling around with the rhythm of Coldplay's songs weren't a really good occasion. I realised the magic of music and the way it can bring people together with the alleviation and uplifting spirits. Music is such a glorious language, one that translates emotions in ease, through awe-inspiring lyrics and rhythms. :)

I don't recall feeling so happy for more than a year, actually, that's why I feel completely different, like I haven't changed at all. I thought I became more mature and quiet but today I realised, I can be a free spirit all youthful and energetic if I want to, if I'm accompanied by nice people who just encourage me to be myself. And to be honest, I'm quite ecstatic by that since it was rather daunting to believe I would never be as happy again!

This song won't leave my head.

I cherish loneliness, but an excess of it is usually tormenting. I thrive in moments of solitude and stillness yet, moments of frivolous socialisation rather create this sparking balance, reminding me of the troughs and peaks of the parabola of my identity. It's an adventure to discover a little bit more of myself everyday, and convey such lessons to others by reflections and gratefulness. Don't ever forget to celebrate life and it's happy moments as well as the sorrowful ones. Remind yourself that every day is worthwhile; one full of omens and mysteries. Celebrate whilst you've got the chance; love the opportunities God provided you with to release some of the tensions of reality by absorbing yourself in such moments. Free your heart and let your sprit carry you. :)

This is a happy post after all, and I'm sure it won't be the last one. Yes, there are tragedies and formidable moments but all in all, they don't last. Let life fill you from every corner and let it overshadow you with its cryptic fates. Don't give up on joy but don't spend your whole life seeking it either, just enjoy the resilience of the venture, every single day.

Comment below with a happy incident that happened to you today and relive the thrill, I'd love to share them with you. :)

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