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You don't really have to blog only when you're depressed. Sure, I realise that we're all most pensive at our lowest, but that doesn't always have to be the case. You can try, and you can write about cheerful things, wonderful things. Things that bring a smile to your face and makes you the better for it. And trust me, you will be the better for having written it. This is one such post.

I was walking home from school the other day, and I'd just given an exam. It didn't go badly, and it wasn't amazing. On any other day, you'd expect me, in fact I'd expect me to be thinking about it, or thinking about something or the other. So I was walking, and I had my bag on my shoulder, and I realised, for no reason at all, that I was happy. The sun was shining, but there was a cool breeze blowing, I had the remnants of a long forgotten song on my lips, my body was as fit and silent as ever. There wasn't a single nagging thought at the back of my head, there wasn't anything I was thinking about. It was as if everything worked out, and everything made sense. A single moment without an adjective.

At that moment, if given a single wish, I'd wish for everything to stay the same. Because no matter what comes my way, fatal or not, I'm fine with it. Every choice I made, every step I took has led me down this path, and if I could I'd do it all over again. Beginning with every little step I took to every decision I made, no matter what it caused me. Because what truly matters, is not what you did or whether you had fun, and not even if you were a good person, but whether you could look back and smile. Do whatever it takes for this, because when the end becomes insignificant, all you're left to reflect on is the means.

The real world hasn't returned to me yet, and I'm wondering when it will.