“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because the reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss
There is no doubt that the amount of sadness I experienced in my life never fails to outweigh the amount of joy I received in my life. I’m pretty sure dealing with multiple suicide attempts, family conflicts, and breakups will change my outlook on joy. At one point, I wondered in the darkest hour of my life if it was technically possible for me to experience them again? As time passes, I eventually realized it is possible for me to experience joy again and I am glad I have the luxury to feel this way again.
So if I could turn back time to see my younger self, I would’ve given her a high five. I felt really proud that she didn’t give up on life even though she almost surrendered herself multiple times. There were moments that was hard for her and I totally understand that because I was her a year ago living in the shadows of my miserable exes and pressure of my parents. If she wasn’t there to stay strong, I won’t have the chance to experience the joy I am experiencing right now.
For me, joy is reminiscent of a scar. I know scars are usually associated with pain and sadness but in this case, it doesn’t associate with that at all. It’s like a bubbly overwhelming happy feeling that makes you feel as if you’ve conquered the world. It’s as if everything was perfect and nothing could break you down and burn you into ashes. That is joy.
Joy is when you proved everyone that they’re wrong. Literally, everyone around me thought that I was the stupid one in the family. I mean they underestimate me so much that it makes me feel insecure with what I have. I remember I proved them wrong when I receive straight A’s in a row for every important exam. The horror in their eyes when I came back home with my good results. I mean they tried to bring me down a lot of times by making comments like regarding on my weight, my skin or even how I stood. Still, I made a point on how those could be solved easily and good results only comes with good brains which apparently they’re not blessed with. That’s really the best.
Another time I felt joy is when you have unlimited books to read. Anyone who’s acquainted with me knows that I love books. One day, my dad surprised my family to a book fair that is held annually called big bad wolf. It’s really a good opportunity for me to hog all the good books that are on sale. It was really cheap too like RM 5 for a good piece of the book. I’m pretty sure from one sale I’ve bought like 10 books for less than RM100. The smile on my face on that day after hogging all the book was priceless.
Secondary school is one of the prime moments of my life that will shape my personality and overlook on the world. There was a moment when I felt true joy with my best friend. It was during my final year before things went rocky, I spent so much time with her by going to her house. We would talk about our future, dreams and of course, games. We planned our activities after exams together so at least one of us wouldn’t die out of boredom. There was so much happiness at that time until one day she decides to leave. I thought I lost a part of myself on that day and it is really depressing because after all we’ve been friends for 9 years. It isn’t easy to maintain a friendship that long. It’s okay though we made up like 3 months later. That would also be one of the happiest moment of my life.
I remember feeling overjoyed when I meet him for the first time in months. I’ve never thought I could meet him again after he went back. I felt lucky that it happened to me. I remember I had to stop at the toilet because I was so nervous meeting him for the first time since my exam started. Regardless of that, I went straight to him with a poker face acting as if I am really cool about meeting him and treating as if it is nothing. On the inside, I feel like I want to run away to my pillow and scream. I want to jump around and giggle uncontrollably. I want to hug him and tell him how much I’ve been wanting to do that for months. Of course, I am not built like that so a poker face would do hopefully.
There was another time I could feel joy. I felt joy when we were on the bed, skin to skin with his arms wrapped around me and I could listen to his heavy breathing on my neck. I would sometimes turn around to look at him. Tracing my delicate fingers on his sleepy face lovingly. I couldn’t help but feel lucky at that moment. It was that kind of love that I never knew existed in my life. How joyful is it that someone as broken as I am would have the chance to feel this way again…
Joy is a deeper level of happiness where we don’t usually experience it. Like so many people in the world, I can count on my fingers the many times I felt joy. I have come to appreciate the joy that have come to me in my life from time to time though I don’t remember it as much but I’m pretty sure it etched itself somewhere in my mind.