Happy

To make someone happy is such a difficult task to take on. Being happy is subjective and we can never find 2 people who require the same things in life to feel happy. It's not just the happiness of the moment sort. It's the lifelong, lingering happiness.

I remember how I used to be a really petty and immature fellow who, partly accrediting to the teenage angst, disrespected and totally ignored my parents for a period of time. This is not a joke. I really did ignore them for quite awhile, that was, until I needed their signature or money lol. Looking back at it, it was petty, it was selfish, it was tantrum-throwing. I had no reason to be that angry and they were not to be entirely blamed as well. But I'll like to put this past behind me and instead focus on our slightly improved relationship now.

It was the first time someone opened my eyes to something so fundamental that I never thought I could have missed it. I was having coffee with evelyn the other time, and I mentioned about how my sisters are extremely pampered and needed my Dad to fetch them around even when available public transport was evidently the wiser or time-saving choice. It just wasn't economical nor logical for my Dad to go down and pick them up when they could have made their way home themselves and they would have reached home before he even arrived. But then she told me, sometimes our parents offer to do all these little things for us, just to spend more time with us everyday. I swear it was an enlightenment, because in this tiny mind of mine it never occurred to me that maybe this was it, this was why he always offered to chauffeur us around.

I don't know if this made him happy; I've never asked. One day, I promise to find out for myself.