It has always been my dream to go to different cities and provinces I’ve seen and read in the books when I was a little girl. The time came when I was able to do it. The places I’ve visited were more or less astronomical, considering the amount of money I saved and the efforts I’ve put into it. Much to the knowledge that countries I’ve gone spoke different languages as I do, I was able to get by. Peoples of different ethnicity can be as charming and deceiving in corners of the world. It can be exciting and daunting. However, the experience I get in locus of the diversities of culture somehow shaped the very essence of what life is all about. The purpose to live in the world where the only aim is to be happy.
Happiness comes in different shapes and forms. My happiness differs from the others. Sometimes, I asked myself, “What is happiness really?” Does it have a family? Does it have children? My ultimate question, “Is it having to do with all the things I want to do?” I have a family; I have grown up children who don’t live with me anymore. I’ve done it all but somehow after doing those things that a woman is supposed to do, the happiness last. I want to do some more. I want to be happy in other aspects of life. Sooner or later, I will leave this earth. Not that I want to, but it is a part of life. Happiness is very addictive like travel. I sat down on my days of contemplation and asked where the time went. It is here then suddenly gone. But the memories I collected through the years make my life go around to the tangibility that I have lived my life to the fullest. I am rich in beautiful memories; I am rich in love. And that is the very essence of my happiness; that I have splendid memories of the times that just passed by in my hands. And I will still gather marvelous memoir as long as I can.