It’s the Monday after Easter, and we’re celebrating National Heroes Day in the
. It’s still a holiday
and I’m here in our kitchen having breakfast, with my wife tending to our
two-week-old son Rafa, while my five-year-old daughter Ryah is silently
watching “The Secrets of the Furious Five.” Philippines
It’s in moments like these when I realize that the best things in life are not things.
Who needs a BMW to be happy? Or fancy clothes, a grandiose house, huge bank account, or an LCD TV? I don’t have any of those, but I’m perfectly happy with who and where I am right now.
It’s not an ecstatic form of happiness where tears of overwhelming joy fall down on my cheeks. They happen. But what I feel now is a joy that comes from love, contentment, and peace.
For me, the best things in life aren’t things. Actually, they are invisible, life-giving, and eternal.
I’m sorry if this post is too short, as I’d want to get back to my family quickly. :) Happy day, everyone!