Happiness is a wisp of fresh air after spending timeless time in a Lagos traffic.
Happiness is soaking garri, sugar, groundnut, milk and cold water after a day’s out in scorching sun.
Happiness is graduating from danfo hopping to catching cruise in a jeep or better car, with AC caressing your skin like you’re bae.
Happiness is growing in a relationship with a romantic who showers you with TLC as opposed to that ex-bae that showers you with slaps and blows.
Happiness is birthing after 9 months of labour.
Happiness is getting a scholarship.
Happiness is acing your GMAT/GRE, like, “It is I. I did it by myself, all by myself.”
Happiness is when you travel to over 10 countries in a year without thinking, “If my account red, e don be for me.”
Happiness is saying, feeling and knowing, “Fuck yes. I did it.”
Happiness is getting to heaven and meeting Jesus after so many years of wanting to go to heaven without dying.
Happiness is surviving an accident.
Happiness is celebrating your birthday tomorrow.
Happiness is listening to FalzTheBahdGuy.
Happiness is… relative. Not absolute.Happiness is acing your GMAT/GRE, like, 'It is I. I did it by myself, all by myself.' Click To Tweet
I wonder how the Englishman put a ring on the definition of happiness, “…is a state of well-being.”
State of relative well-being per individual.
Happiness is relative.
What happys you maynor go and happy another person. You hear?
So, the moral of this MUSINGS & LIGHT BULBS is: BE HAPPY.Happiness is saying, feeling and knowing, fuck yes. I did it. Click To Tweet