Last night I went to bed a little melancholic. Yeah I know, I always am. But that’s why this post is going to be different.
So, as I was sayin’ I went to bed a little melancholic and couldn’t really see my future unfolding the way I wanted it to. Then as I was gazing into the flames of the heater in my room, I realized what a blessing it was that I had one in my room. That I had a room, filled with pictures of my loved loves and books that I enjoyed reading. My family members were peacefully asleep in their rooms and the only thing that was stopping me from sleeping peacefully were my own woes. Not only that, I am a thoroughly blessed person. I was born in a muslim family, a family that has always stood by me. I have friends that I can call up any time and discuss just about anything. I have a job that I like, a good boss who has never actually bossed me around. I am physically healthy Alhumdulilah and though I am generally melancholic, I do have these moments where everything seems just fine.

Honestly I want for nothing.

So why is it that this one thing, one thing only that is missing from my life, makes me so blue?

I realized last night that happiness is like a door. And I am standing there thinking that I don’t have a key to enter. That everything in my life has to be complete and perfect for me to enter. What I don’t realize is that the door is open. All I have to do is turn the knob and step inside.

All of us can only be showed the door. It is really our own choice to walk through.