The Best Things in Life Aren’t Things
It’s
the Monday after Easter, and we’re celebrating National Heroes Day in the
Philippines. It’s still a holiday and I’m here in our kitchen having breakfast,
with my wife tending to our two-week-old son Rafa, while my five-year-old
daughter Ryah is silently watching “The Secrets of the Furious Five.”
It’s in
moments like these when I realize that the best things in life are not things.
Who needs a BMW to be happy? Or fancy clothes, a grandiose house, huge bank account, or an LCD TV? I don’t have any of those, but I’m perfectly happy with who and where I am right now.
Who needs a BMW to be happy? Or fancy clothes, a grandiose house, huge bank account, or an LCD TV? I don’t have any of those, but I’m perfectly happy with who and where I am right now.
It’s
not an ecstatic form of happiness where tears of overwhelming joy fall down on
my cheeks. They happen. But what I feel now is a joy that comes from love,
contentment, and peace.
For me,
the best things in life aren’t things. Actually, they are invisible,
life-giving, and eternal.
I’m
sorry if this post is too short, as I’d want to get back to my family quickly.
:) Happy day, everyone!
