"What makes you happy?" They asked.
When a camera shutters and some pictures are blurry and unclear, it makes me happy. Weird?
The blurry pictures— it may not looks so clear but it is so clear to me that whatever picture I am looking at, there is always a memory that I want to keep.
It is blurry because I cried. It's blurry because I laughed. It's blurry because there is something that I want to catch but the camera won't focus. This is the magic of life. Not the camera.
People may look at me weirdly for being happy at these simple things. Well, they say what they want to say. I know in myself that being happy doesn't need any other's opinion. I am just happy because I chose to be happy. This is not about the situations but it's all about the perceptions.