Lifeless.

 

Those rare nights, where you take a step back and snap a mental picture of your surroundings or in this case, you take your phone out from your handbag to capture this moment. I was walking out of the LRT station in Dang Wangi on a Friday night, when I decided to pretend like as if I was walking out of Canary Wharf, a major business district in London. The only thing missing was my cup of Costa. It was on this night, where we hung out, had a few puffs of shisha, some hummus, chicken wings, and one striking question was asked across the dinner table. 

"What is life to you?" 

Or some sort of a similar question was asked.

I really have no idea. 

Life is about being happy and content, without the need to be perfect at all times. 

That's what I thought, at first but then again, to be honest, I am not that happy right now. I am not saying that I am miserable as well. I am just trying to be content with what I have and reducing my wants because I know what I have now is sufficient. 

It is those little things in life that adds up to the big picture. 

I am searching, still for that day to come where I can say that I am perfectly happy with my life. 

Probably, as I go older, I will find what I need. 

As for now, my answer is, I try to find happiness in those little things in life, 

even if the little things mean, by pretending to be at Canary Wharf while holding a cup of Costa, 

when in actual fact, I am walking in Dang Wangi while holding a can of Nescafe.