The color of happiness

(DN) - Have you ever wondered: What color is happiness? Is it the pink of love, the yellow of the morning sun, or the peaceful blue of the sky after the rain? Each person has their own color, no two are alike. Some say happiness is the color of a child's smile, others say it is the color of smoke from the kitchen in the afternoon, or the color of a mother's shirt fading after many seasons of sun and wind. As for me, I see happiness in all kinds of colors, changing with every moment of life.

When I was little, my happiness was a warm orange color - the color of the candy my mother hid in her pocket and secretly placed in my hand when I was sulking because of being scolded. Sometimes it was the white color of a new notebook page when my father sat next to me, slowly teaching me to write my first strokes. Those little things, back then, I only felt happy, not knowing that it was a very simple happiness.

Growing up, my happiness was a pale yellow - like the morning sunlight shining through the window, creeping into my messy hair after a sleepless night. It was when I heard my mother calling: "Come down and have breakfast, it will be cold and not tasty!" - a voice so familiar that it was normal, but just being absent for a day made my heart feel empty. Happiness is sometimes just a familiar saying, which we carelessly ignore in the hustle and bustle of the day.

I still remember one time when I visited my parents, I had just stopped the car in front of the gate, my father hurriedly stepped out, and as soon as he saw me, he said: "Your car window is loose, let me tighten it, it's dangerous to go on a long trip." After saying that, he didn't wait for me to reply, but quickly turned back to get his familiar tools. I stood there, watching my father's figure hunched over the car, his sunburnt hands tightening each screw, while doing so he reminded me: "You have to pay attention to these small things, don't let them break before you fix them." I smiled, suddenly feeling a stinging in my nose. It turns out that happiness can sometimes be as simple as that - when someone always silently cares for us, doesn't say any fancy words but still makes our hearts feel warm. The color of happiness at that time, to me, was the deep brown of my father's calloused hands, the afternoon sunlight on his silver hair, the simplest yet most enduring love in the world.

Happiness to me sometimes has the color of a child’s smile. Like that afternoon, my little daughter ran into my arms, showed me a scribbled picture and shouted: “Mommy, I drew you!” The lines were messy, the colors were out of place, but my heart suddenly softened. Her innocent smile made the whole room brighter. It turns out, happiness is not far away, it is right in the moment we see that pure smile.

There are days when I come home after a long tiring day at work, just sitting down I hear my husband ask softly: "Have you eaten yet, let me cook". Just a simple sentence like that but I feel my heart lighten, all the pressure seems to disappear. That's why, sometimes happiness doesn't need anything big, just someone caring with all sincerity. At that time, the color of happiness is the gentle warmth of sharing and understanding.

Sometimes, I do nothing, just sit still, watch the clouds drift by the window, listen to the rustling of leaves on the porch and feel strangely light-hearted. In the morning, sipping my first cup of coffee, listening to the birds chirping on the balcony, suddenly everything feels indescribably peaceful. Those little moments are not brilliant, not noisy, but they warm my heart. I suddenly understand that happiness is actually colorless - it is as clear as a breath, as light as a breeze, we just need to calm down a bit to feel it.

There were days when I was running around looking for happiness, thinking that only when I achieved something, would I be truly happy. But then, the more I went, the more I realized - happiness is not a destination, but a journey. It is the simple moments that follow each other, the small pieces that make up the picture of life. And when we learn to smile at everything, even the things that are not as expected, we have touched happiness.

Now, if someone asks me: “What color is happiness?”, I would probably just smile and answer: Happiness is the color of love. It is the color of warm sunlight in the morning, the peaceful color of a roof, the color of the eyes of loved ones, and the transparent color of simple things around us. Each person will have a different feeling, but for me, happiness always has its own color - not too bright, not too pale - but just enough to make us see that this life is truly precious.

Ha Trang

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