Winter seems to whisper in my ear that it's easy to get bogged down (some unique individuals call this getting heavy boots) and let go of months, even years, of disciplining ourselves to enjoy the positivity and ultimate goodness which waves to us daily. When our days are devoid of sunshine and warmth, it's not hard to see why our moods go down the same slippery dip. Hypocrisy, short tempers and ill-directed thoughts all have a sneaky way of taking over our minds and mouths, and come to think of it I don't think J K Rowling was far fetched in introducing us all to Death Eaters, it's just that our tidal waves of being left in the absence of happiness aren't hiding under dark hoods and effervescent figures. As we grow up everything appears to get more cryptic, disguised under flashy smiles and flashy cars, and the ultimate lessons to be learned almost never take place in a classroom (maybe an IKEA car park, or leaning against the weight of a wall that's been wanting to crumble for years). Joy, if we are lucky, knocks on our door and offers a helping hand; sometimes it plays hide and seek in the strangest of places. We can sit patiently on the lounge, day after day, and wait for that knock; but who's to say that it isn't waiting to be discovered between the pages of a novel on your shelf, or waiting patiently for YOU just around the corner?
"Some people pursue happiness, others create it."
