Humming Birds

Two little humming birds are playfully flying among the branches and blossoms of the Japanese Vogainville in front of my terrace. They are so small that they look like little flying leaves at times except that they are playfully flapping their wings. They are alive and seemingly unconcerned about the summer heat or the dirt floating on the air from the busy road outside.

The two pretty birds are so occupied being happy that they don't mind other amenities in life. I wonder how it really feels to be a bird but the way I observe the two birds among twigs and flowers, it must be very pleasant. I have never seen people so happy for so long like these birds.

Happiness is relative and one can be happy wherever he is and whatever he is doing. It all depends on one's attitude in life. A saddist is happy inflicting pains on others while a masochist is happy being hurt. Likewise a martyr is happy experiencing difficulties. To an extrovert happiness is socializing while to an introvert it is enjoying solitude at home. Hermits are happy in the darknss of their caves while army generals are happy fighting a war. One need not be a bird to be happy for happiness is in one's heart. Me, I feel happy watching happy humming birds.