Smile on The Face
Happiness of Happiness
by Mazuba Mwiinga
IT’S like a river with endless streak of pure water. The gushing of
blood that warms the sense of the soul just alerts the sensitiveness of the
magical nerves that put a smile on the face.
Haven’t you for once been in the
levels of joy where nothing scares you? That moment when nothing is wrong, and
everything just makes sensual sense? It tickles my cerebral fiber for it
reminds me of the movie ‘Lucy’. Indeed life was freely and happily given to us,
but what have we done with it?
The choices we make, are at every
point of our life, are the decisions that determine our destinies. Happiness is
an inside job, for the external factors that lure us for the thinking of realizing that which we want, are in fact water blues that brain wash our
cognitive gifts of our lives.
Smiling gives nothing to the ‘blind’
eye, but the heart that has an open sight sees and feels the streams of
creation unto the tip of the head.
Joy is the fuel of success, for
the fruits of labour are manifested into the efforts of the thought that sees a
smile in every creation it meets; relationships between nature and the soul of
one’s heart illuminates the conjugal points of happiness that creates humanity.
Hasn’t it been the desire to
desire the desire; joy would have been a game of fluke just as happiness would
have been a taboo. The knack on my nap however, is the realization of how man
strives to find happiness from another man with high levels of expectations
that would make him fly. If wings would be created, happiness would be the foundation
from which to base the membrane of its make up would come.
It is from the roof of knowledge
that knowledge gushes for he who seeks it. And happiness is always found in happiness;
for from it comes the wonders that men wonderful.
If to be happy was as good as
happiness; poor men’s faces would have been princes’ smiles.
