One of those rare days, where I didn’t need a purpose or I didn’t think about meaning.

I was happy.

Just because the pigeons were happy. Just because the cars, the trees, and the sky were all happy.

Well, the sky doesn’t look any happy, does it? But it was my reason to be happy that day.


reasons are created by us. They are not given to us. We create our unique reason to support our existence, to adapt and to survive. Something that can make you feel sad, can be so fulfilling for me. Something that you see every day, can be a life-changing experience for somebody else.

It was that sort of a day.