Happiness is bliss.

I have had many opinions on what life is, and what life is about. Most importantly, what it feels like to be alive and it’s not that feeling I thought it was, jumping to the beat of a song blasting through the stereo or feeling that adrenaline rush at a concert. No, because while sitting upon my deathbed I had an epiphany: Life is knowing that you are breathing and that your heart is still beating not only that but instead of the feeling of each pulse but; the feeling of happiness because life should be happiness. All those things I’ve felt where only mere examples of what I thought life was, but those small things can’t be one life! They consist all together as examples of my happiness and I don’t ever want to forget those moments. Even if they do pass by quickly as seconds, they remain in your heart forever. Only staying in the premise of my house is overly suppressing but I have found that within these months I’m happy. Sure, I miss hanging with my friends and having laughs and inside jokes but it shows how much they care when they don’t stop by to visit and in all family is always there for you, through the thick and thin. I wouldn’t miss it for the world if I had a chance to dance around my bedroom with my sister and brother to Lady Gaga even those times we rough house it. I’m a Tedford, its how we do. Though, I can’t forget those moments I had with my close friends, these people shaped me into the person I am today and if I died I think my heaven would be a lazy day lounging in katies pool or laying in the grass cloud watching at keeney but most of all, playing in the backyard with my dogs and siblings. For the second in my life I can say I’m happy and I can’t complain.