It comes in little jolts and like breezes.

Happiness.

As I was knitting and having my earpiece on earlier just now, the voices of them five and the occasional breezes that hits me made me recall so much from before. And lucky me, they were all good and I have this silly grin plastered on my face for the longest time through the rows and rows of (garter) stitchings and (poorly attempted) purlings (oi. don't judge hor.).

I was reminded of how I used to have this guy bestfriend back then - now not very in touch but still on pleasant notes (or so I see it) and nobody believed that the relationship between us is as platonic as day. There were memories that came back on how friends used to play pranks on the two of us because they see us together as an item and we just played along. There were no casualties, no ill-feelings, no harm done. We all were so happy and carefree then.

I was reminded of this little graduating ceremony that the school held for us and we all have to sit in a circle, holding on to a piece of golden cord, telling everyone what we would do after graduating from the school. As cliche as it sounds, we were holding onto the cord, sharing, teasing and mocking each and everyone of us. We weren't seen as the best role-models in school back then, but having the 24 of them in my class has got to be one of the best things that could have ever happen in my life.

For that moment there where thoughts like these (mentioned above) were breezing through my mind, I honestly could not remember any bad and tainted bits of my life. It was as if there weren't there in the first place, as if my life is as perfect and flawless like those wonderful moments that I've experienced. But I can only wish.

To quote from Buddha ("The mind is everything. What you think, you become."), it kinda dawned upon me that what I've been saying to myself and to other people really works, and not forgetting how people also say that knitting saves lives.
Even for a moment too long there, I was genuinely happy and nothing else mattered. ⌒ ⌒

"Think happy thoughts, Cheryl. Think. Happy. Thoughts."

Tillagain.