An Account of Happiness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

We often forget the simple things that make us happy. If I kept a diary, this would most likely be a page out of it.

The bus was stopped. I no longer remember what we were talking about, but I remember I had stopped mid-sentence for something outside the window caught my attention. The outside had a crisp air to it overseen by an endless blue sky, and the sun had just started to set. It had been a long, dark winter and now the weather was teasing us with spring. The movement of a small, furry creature had caught my eye against the picture-perfect outdoors. In that moment, it was as if I was removed from my spot on the bus and was standing outside, cheering on this small fragile creature.

The creature I presumed to be in its infancy, and it was scurrying along the backyard of a house that was facing the road. At first glance, it appeared as if it was running on top of the silver chain-linked fence that lined the end of the backyard parallel to the road, and I was amazed by its talent. How it seemed to be balanced on the fence, like a tight-rope walker on a wire much smaller than the width of its feet, drew me in completely. For some reason my eyes had to follow the delicate body of new life, whose purpose was opposite to that of the direction of the bus. As the bus lurched forwards, I had to turn my head to follow the small blur of black and when it ran out of view by the window, I robotically moved forwards out of my seat to turn my head more so that I could watch its performance.

Upon further inspection, I realized it was running across the middle of the backyard on the grass, but at the perfect spot to create the illusion that it was atop the fence. It had fooled me. This small creature had caught all of my attention, as if I was watching a magic trick, only to be disappointed when finding out the simplicity of the situation, like a magic trick revealed.

Realizing that I had ignored my company to watch the creature, now out of sight, I oriented myself back in my seat. When I turned to my boyfriend, his expression was full of love and amusement. He looked at me with the same kind of amusement I imagine I had when watching the spectacle outside. His mouth started to curl into a smile. 

“You are such a child. I knew you would like that squirrel.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, realizing that I had given all of my attention to a little black squirrel over my boyfriend, yet I was completely forgiven. He understood me. I could feel his affection for me through his expression and it made me glow with juvenile laughter. In that moment, I knew was happy.


Submitted: April 05, 2014

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