I do remember that certain feeling, a certain view of life. Content. Happy. A paradise in bloom. That feeling of living joy, or joy of living, always ready for eternal spring, potent of unendless laughter.

I remember that certain state of mind. It is a mind of thankfulness to everything. Thankful to my mom. I remember that one afternoon riding a tricycle with my mother, heading home telling her of a found love, and sharing my appreciation of life in subtle ways. That was a telling moment for me, telling me now that I was truly happy.

I remember that feeling, only because what I feel now resembles something of that nature. What I feel now reminded me of what I was feeling back then. When all past is forgiven, when I actually find joy in my own company (hehe, narcissus, where are you?). I remember that time, because I have the same inkling of sharing my thoughts to my mom, who I'm just about to see...