As I enter this atmosphere it guides me with so much joy I smile within my soul as if I can finally breathe it almost feels like I’m walking on top of the world speaking aloud saying “I’m finally free". The motivation to guide me towards the right decisions. That place I feel most content would be my room or outside with nature, we all need a happy place in life to understand ourselves after facing a tough day.
My place of happiness maybe different from others and not as interesting as it seems but it is a part of my life I can never go without and will always mean the world to me. I was once told it’s easier to express yourself through a message if you can’t express yourself verbally through speaking. Lying there is a pencil and a paper ready to embrace my inner being. The part that I like the most is when I grip my pencil and gather my thoughts. Since I was a little girl I’ve always had an admiration for nature, I’d grab a chair to sit by the window to see the sun shine and listen to the sound of the birds chirping in the morning singing peaceful lullabies letting life lift so much weight off my shoulders as if the birds were telling me, “It’s not over”. The reason I chose my room for my place of happiness is because it’s almost like I’ve traveled to another dimension nothing but peace and quiet and the sound of my pencil gripping. I can uplift my soul and gladly feel all my worries leave from my body. When I sit in my room it’s what I call “Dream’s World” it’s a place I call home, when I’m sad I have somewhere to go. In my room there hangs a picture on my wall and it hangs a flag, the flag symbolizes LGBT when I look at that flag I think of all the reasons I can smile and how others used to let me down now I no longer have a frown it leaves me with joy filled inside. Simple things bring me peace and inspirations especially when a girl like me looks at the sun and shines her heart with gold. Just like a normal bedroom should be, it’s not just a normal bedroom it’s a place I call my fantasy and I can focus on my inner being. I find myself more deeply in love with nature than anywhere else it’s a place I escape from a noisy world giving me the courage to look within the universe filling my brain with passionate, beautiful creativity that many human beings don't seek to their knowledge, they think basic but not me. I think creativity like the water in the blue ocean that swooshes across the beach so peacefully, Nature makes me so happy, it takes all of my pain away. Even in those small moments I’m my purest self and no one can take that away from me. I don’t see it much as nature but more of a nest a diary that records all the emotions and memories with a pencil lying in my hand proceeding to write a story or poetry in whom I call my very own best friend. These are the places that feel me with content holding me with so much meaning even when I feel lost I find these places to uplift me feeding into my introspect wrapping gentle words around my brain, saving my inner being and finding the real me. Giving me enlightenment to my soul sharing with the universe my thoughts except it’s all written in a notebook. Except for today I got to share a part of me with you and that’s why I called it “My Happy Place”.
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Daisy lived in Happy Valley with many other animals and birds. Because she loved colors and showed a real talent for art, she went to Nature's Art School on the hillside above Sparkling Pond. She and the other boys and girls worked hard to draw and paint beautiful pictures. Daisy's painting were filled with light and bright, pretty colors. They seemed to reflect Daisy's cheerful personality. She became very popular with others.
Then one night something terrible happened. Someone broke into the Art Room and vandalized Daisy's biggest painting. Dark, ugly paint was thrown all over the light, pretty colors. Blobs of awful red, deep green, dark brown and black dripped over it. Daisy felt terrible, as though someone had destroyed her also. She stopped painting. She even stopped talking to the others in school. After all, none of them had their painting destroyed. She didn't laugh anymore, but sat in the corner and cried. The teachers worried about her more every day. One evening, after everyone else had gone to their homes up and down Happy Valley, Daisy sat on the porch beside her painting. Every time she looked at the ugly colors, she hurt all over again. Suddenly Wise Owl drifted out the woods on silent wings. She flew up to the railing beside Daisy and looked at the ruined painting. Daisy hid her face in her hands and cried again. "My painting is ruined," she sobbed. "I can never paint again." Wise Owl clicked her beak in sympathy, then looking carefully at the painting said, "I think it can be fixed." "How?" cried Daisy. "Look at all these ugly, terrible colors." Wise Owl turned her head this way and that. Then she reached out a sharp claw and drew through a glob of deep red paint. Daisy watched, surprised out of her tears. She picked her brush and said, "Oh, I think I see what you mean." A splash of dark green became leaves under her brush, a vine trailing over a rock that grew out of a blob of black paint. Wise Owl nodded to herself as Daisy forgot her, attention focused on the painting. Daisy didn't even know when Wise Owl flew off through the evening. Several evenings later, Wise Owl flew out of the Big Woods again. This time, Daisy looked up and waved at her. "Come see what I've done," she called. Excitedly, she showed Wise Owl how she had transformed the ugly darkness into shadows, into mountains, into rocks and into logs. The bright, pretty colors showed up much brighter with the dark colors beside them. The painting was becoming clearer and more beautiful as Daisy gladly worked on it. Wise Owl nodded to Daisy. "I see you have the idea. Bad things happen to all of us. We have to decide what we will do with them. The dark colors made your painting much more interesting. It was a terrible thing to have done to you, but good has come out of it." Daisy turned back to her work, feeling better than she had in days. In the days and weeks that followed, Daisy began talking to the others. She found that terrible things had happen to many of them also. Sometimes, she sat with the others in the evenings while Wise Owl perched on the railing and talked to all of them. As time passed, Daisy's paintings became more beautiful than before. People came from miles around to look at them. Daisy told them about the terrible thing she had gone through and how it had changed her paintings. Now, they glowed with both light and dark colors. As she talked about her tragedy, Daisy helped others bring good out of bad things. Her beautiful paintings showed the lessons she had learned and were a help to all who saw them. |
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