happiness
Happiness, defined; things that help you find happiness, keep it, and share it with others.
Little Black Book
That’s strange, she thought to herself as she walked along the morning shore- a little black book had washed up on the rocks that lined the water. The early 20’s young woman climbed down the rocks with her tall black rain boots until she was able to reach the book. She picked it up out of the water- hearing a distant sigh- she looked around, up, left, right- nothing. Ella shook off the erethral shivers she considered coincidental as she opened the small book; the pages coarse with no guiding lines or words.. soaked in sea water moments ago, it was as if the pages were protected, they were not wet. Curious, she tucked the book into her back pocket and climbed back up to the path- it was an overcast spring day, not many people were out and about so no one seemed to notice her aversion to the path. As she began walking again, she brought the book back out and casually flipped through the blank pages, “What an odd thing to find on the shore this Sunday morning.”, She thought quietly aloud. As she flipped through numerous times mindlessly, something caught her eye in the pages. She stopped in her tracks and flipped back through the previously blank book; characters in black writing at the beginning of the book began to surface more prominently- becoming more clear the longer she stared. In cursive, the words read, “Each shiny red broach you see, you must always be aware, mark the signs, be grateful for each.” she flipped the page- then back, the words were gone and replaced by a chart seemingly for tracking, so many questions surfaced.. “What the hell? How will I know?” She thought. A confused face she wore as polite passersby pretended not to notice this confused young woman with a black book stopped in the midst of a walking path. The book closed. Ella was unsettled at this Sunday find, “Usually Sundays are quite predictable”, Ella observed silently. She began to put one foot in front of the other, tracking what she had eaten today.. she knew she didn’t smoke any mind altering substances this morning, "Was this reality?” Her pace was slow- her gaze low as she pondered further. Looking up, there it was, a bright red broach on a walkers coat! Almost as though programmed, she searched for a pen to mark this sigting. The sun caught the shiny broach and pierced Ella’s eye- the book dropped to the ground as she shot her hand up to stop the beam, the book had opened to the chart, seemingly prompting a track. She gasped, and rapidly dug through her purse for a pen, pulling one out from the depths of her posh leather bag, she ticked in the box measuring her first sighting. After marking, a gust of wind turned the page, new writing began to appear, becoming more bold as she stood above the book staring. ‘Everyday there will be new opportunities, but not everyday you will see, track what you see- at the end you will be rewarded for what you have seen’. Picking up the book she continued, trying to logically comprehend the recent events in her Sunday. Unable to fathom the experience, she internalized the event; vowing to track these broaches amongst her daily life.
By Queen of Hearts5 years ago in Motivation
The Honeymooners
“Hey, Kailyn! I don’t pay you to talk all night! Get back to work! Table number 13 needs coffee. NOW!” Geez, Kailyn thought, you don’t pay me to even breathe around here. Her boss Tim was nowhere as sleazy as her landlord, but he sure made her work for her minimum wages. Kailyn hung up the old phone and slid it back under the counter where the coffee machine churned out the brown liquid that everyone survived on.
By Shannon McGinnis Cornelsen5 years ago in Motivation
What a Wonderful World
The little black girl returned the little black book and was promptly rewarded with $20,000. Milano Lombardy was still in shock even after seeing the money deposited into her bank account. It was by pure chance she even noticed the little black book lying in a patch of snow on her way home from a night shift at Modo&Modo, the local bar. Milano wasn’t even so sure how she noticed the little black book under the cover of night. The snow probably had something to do with that, you’d be a fool not to notice something that black against the cover of an all-encompassing whiteness she thought. Milano thought about the parallels of her own life, with being the only black person in her small town.
By Marckenzie Ostreal5 years ago in Motivation
The Gift
She found the book on his nightstand, after everyone had gone home. The food had been wrapped up and put into containers in the refrigerator, the counters wiped, the cards arranged on the mantel, the last hug given, the front door closed. The clock ticking in the empty house had driven her upstairs. To check on the baby, she told herself, but really it was just to get away from the living room.
By Jodina Meehan5 years ago in Motivation
Content with Mediocrity
Content. If Remus needed a word to sum up his life, content would sufficiently work. Nothing was particularly horrible or great. His life could continue the way it was going and he couldn't complain. There were people worse off than him, but there were also people doing much better.
By Jazlaan Adley5 years ago in Motivation
Zera
From the beginning of ages the soul has existed. But to what extent? Is there a soul, or simply a mind? Does it begin when the brain sparks its first synapses? Or is it eternal, waiting for the single, glorious moment one specific mind is brought into being? Some may contemplate these complexities, but others, like Zera, need to be explicitly shown.
By Danielle Roske5 years ago in Motivation
A Walk to the River
I walk Wolfgang down to the river every day. I talk to the river, and ask it to teach me, to impart its wisdom. Wolfgang doesn’t care; he’s happy to be walking the trail in any weather, sniffing at all his favorite spots. It’s a time in my life when I’m unemployed, so I need the wisdom the river has to offer, not to mention its lessons of peace and tranquility, to quell the anxiety I face every day. I make a wish for guidance, to give me a sign that something good will happen.
By PJ Rohr5 years ago in Motivation
Why are you Still Climbing the Corporate Ladder?
My sister works in a tech company as a customer representative. She reaches out to customers, prepares RFPs, demos products and, in pre-Covid days, wined and dined with potential customers. Her knowledge, charisma and professionalism attracted Canadian Colleges and Universities to sign on with her product.
By Loryne Andawey5 years ago in Motivation
A Genies’ Wish
Angelica rises for the day with refreshed hope and a clear head. She knows today will be better. She needs a new sketch book for the Spring line, and paper to capture her minds’ ramblings, so she grabs a taxi and heads to Moleskin, a stationary store with her favorite kinds of writing and drawing materials.
By Zion Harmon5 years ago in Motivation
Success, Dreams?
The neck of the champagne bottle clinked against the lip of the glass as the stream of bubbling gold poured from its mouth, filling the skinny flute full of fizzling foam. Randal pulled his arm back for a moment as the foam dissipated, a smile upon his greedy face all the while, and then reached back to fill both glasses generously.
By David Morocco5 years ago in Motivation
