Hello all,

First things first -

A BIG HUG and thanks to all the Prosers who contributed to the happiness challenge. I am sure you all smiled while writing your piece. I know I definitely did. 

I have been on prose for nearly four months or so but it seems like I am here since eternity. It is one place where I can surely say that words connect the heart. I believe this place to be a haven where we can share our anger, disappointment, sadness and many other feelings without the fear of being judged. I have laughed out loud and felt a tear in my eyes just by the sheer power of words by my fellow Prosers. 

So I felt may be it is not a bad idea to share a few smiles and understand what makes Prosers happy (besides writing of course). 

Here is what I found -

Happiness is directly proportional to ICE CREAM & RAIN 

Happiness is the feeling of looking at your kids & family. The feeling of contentment that all is fine.

Happiness is the joy of writing

Happiness is the magical touch of nature  - a flower to bloom, a sunrise, dew on the grass ....

Happiness is the love that grows as we grow old with someone.

Happiness is the joy when we see others happy,

Happiness is the memory of the child inside you - lighting a camp fire, rollicking with siblings, cuddling the pets or just holding dad's warm hand

Happiness is the rebel which bubbles up against all odds.

Happiness is making a child smile,

Happiness is finding your loved one besides you whispering love into your ears

Happiness is the empty space of satisfaction after a long voyage or a good day at work

Happiness is a state of mind

There are many other ways we have written happiness and I believe more or less each one of us can correlate with most of the forms of happiness. The list could be endless all we have to do is find our happiness quotient because 

                  "Life asks us to be happy ... All we have to do is Listen"

Born to be kind; he's a Gay Black Man.

Taught to be humble; he's a Weak Black Man.

Raised to be spiritual; he's a Phony Black Man.

Influenced to be a leader; he's a White Man Not a Black Man.

Inspired to be creative; he's a Lost Black Man.

Told to be strong; he's a Cruel Black Man.

Cursed to be different; he's a Messed up Black Man. 

When the world defines you. Your story is written. When you define yourself you become the writer.