Do all you have to do and don't forget to make someone smile today. Seeing people smile is another form of peace. There's this joy one derives when he's the source of a person's joy. You would feel happy too.
I have many sides to myself and one part of it is the 'clown' part. I derive joy in making people happy. I go about that in different ways, it's either I dress like a clown which would eventually get people talking and laughing, or I make silly face, engage in conversations which are not dull and stuffs like that.
It gets to a point sometimes when I feel unfulfilled because I was indoor all day and I made no one happy. All the same it's a quality which would be very nice to adapt to. It makes me remember one day when I was discussing with a group of friends in high school. At first we were all hungry, we didn't eat at the refectory because the food was not looking edible. We went inside and thought of our lives. Hunger can make you think of the future, outs was intense,very,. One of us decided that we brought out our last provisions to eat. That decision was risky because my school didn't allow parents to visit except on visiting days or in extreme cases and hunger was not in their book of extreme cases.
Either ways, we summoned up courage and did the deed. We ate our last bites and we ate it in grand style. We put in everything, milk, sugar, garri, groundnut, everything that could go with the meal. We were about four and we said we could eat eight people's share. We made the food and started digging in. The fact that they felt they could eat eight people's share was very funny, it was still ringing in my head. Half way through the meal, I was pregnantly full and I look at the food, we still had a long way to go.
I don't know how, but I started laughing. I laughed so hard. My friends noticed why I was laughing because they themselves were also very full. They joined in the laughter and guess what?. As we were laughing, my leg managed to reach the age of the plate and the whole food poured out. We took a minute of silence for the lost meal, the milk, the Milo, so sad. After the minute of silence, normal people would just get angry and stand up and blame it all on me, my friends on the other hand started laughing again. That laugh when you are filled and you are very sure that you have no other meal to eat after that moment. That scenerio was a funny one and we were all happy and the source of our happiness was ourselves. After that day, we had more meals to eat, it just came coming from no where.
With love, wongi:-)