“Dear Diary, today was the best day of my life...”

A great friend told me this week: “If will be just a short time... it must to be the happier short time of your life. Make worth it!”

It’s funny how we describe some really good moments like being the best.

When I was younger, I had a Diary, like every girl, I believe. Now, if I’ll read it, besides I’ll laugh a lot about my secrets, about the “love of my life”, about my “best friends forever”, and of course, about a lot of grammar mistakes, I realise that almost every day were “the best days of my life”

And the reasons were very simple and innocent. “Dear Diary, today was the best day of my life because I had a lot of fun playing with my cousins” “Dear Diary, today was the best day of my life because I took a motorcycle ride with my uncle” “…because I helped my grandma to do the Christmas’ cookies” “…because the teacher put me like partner with that boy in the class” “…because the Portuguese teacher read my text in the class”.

I know, you want to laugh about it, and I remember just a few things, the original diary it’s funnier, believe me! But what I want to say with this, it’s how I was happy with which seems to be so small, and I believed that made my day become the best.

But after we grow up, we became boring and demanding. We don’t satisfied with almost anything, one day could be fantastical before, now it’s just a normal day. And will be worst.

And one day we have an existential, identity, age, personality, friendship, trusty crisis, or what else could be or what else do you want to call, and we start to want to change everything, to “run behind the happiness”.

“I’m not happy like that, I’m not happy here in this place, I’m not happy with you, I’m not happy with my weight, I’m not happy with my hair” etc.

How many times I complained about foolishness. Sometimes we are so obsessives looking for happiness or feeling an obligation to show our happiness to the others that we close our eyes for what really could make us happy.

I came to Dublin in a “change process”. And Dublin made me feel very good. I feel that here is my place, at least for now. But I didn’t come “open” to the happiness, I arrived here trying to looking for a cure, a relief. It’s not that I wasn’t happy. But I was in that never-ending and disappointing search.

When my friend told me this, I stopped and thought: I’m really living the happiest time of my life. Of course, ONE of the happier. But, NOW, is the best. It has done very well for me. I've become a child again, who feels happy with everything. With the simple and innocent details.

When rains here that is something that happen very often, by the way is the “best day of my life”. When the sun shines, “is the best day of my life”. When I hang out with my friends, that by the way, who are AMAZING FRIENDS, it’s the best day… When someone smile, when I laugh a lot, when we exaggerate in the quantity of food another thing very often, when we play cards until 3 am, and even when we don’t do anything… I feel happy. Even that doesn’t seem… because I know that some people still think I’m a depressive girl, but I’m doing this being the happiest short time of my life. I opened my eyes again.

I have no doubts that I’m doing worth it. The only thing that make me sad sometimes, it’s know that every end of the day, it’s one day less to stay here.

Even the fact that I miss the people, doesn't make me sad. I think it's because I’m feeling so fine here, it rewards. And for sure, the people has rewarded a lot too. Nobody replaces anybody, but all the friendship, the ‘fellowship’, the care, the love that I found here has filled the absence of Mom, Dad, sister, grandma, cousin, aunt… what absolutely was one of the most important things to make me feel so good here.

I just expect that I can always have this feeling of childhood, of being child and recognize the small, most simple, and even the most “fool” moments, and realize how much they could bring me happiness.

Part of this, it’s caused by “I left the routine”, that maybe it’s more: “I ran away from the reality”. To “remove the daggers from your way and create your own happy ‘ending’”. Whose about “ENDING” there is nothing, right?

But, in resume, and for you finally understand what I’m trying to say, you have to learn to be happy with the details, because, independent of the time that something will last… will worth it! And everyday could be “the best day of your life”.