Lights of the City

Staring at those blinking décor lights, I remembered exactly the same happy feeling as when I was young. In the past, being happy is so easy. I feel happy looking at the stars, the birds, the raindrops, the fishes, the trees, even the ants. Happiness is in every little thing I see, even the colors of the lights. As I grew up, I become less and less amazed by those little wonders, not realizing that happiness is right in front of me.

Now it’s hard to notice them all, and I wonder, have I been asking too much?