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What’s a good life?

The question Mumu and friends from Kopdar Budaya asked during the #lifeisgood session, breeds different answers when the discussion ended.

For some people, a good life consists of happiness that comes from simple things in their daily life. That time when A was able to scare the shit out of his friends by showing them violent and graphic pictures and/or videos. That time when B was feeling extraordinarily bubbly, and thought that by being that way her mood affected the people around her, making her a doubly bubbly person. The fact that coffee could always boost C’s mood in the morning, and how a friendly traffic and a nicely-behaved boss could turn a day into a shiny one. The way D’s daughter and husband amused her to no end every day, with their cute and silly verbal exchanges.

Karmin believes that everything will be alright. Although there are times when his life seemed so unsure, when a few days before the next payday and the money in his pocket was barely enough for whatever he was trying to do, he still believed that things would be alright. And for some crazy reasons, it did. At least for him, and according to his standards.

Now, he’s willing to put that credo to the test by resigning from work and to see whether life would, after all, be alright for him. He’s a braver man than I am and I wish him well.

Mumu is a lot like him, although he didn’t go out of his way to go leave his job. For Mumu, emotions in life are not something that needs to be taken too seriously. Of course, he experienced ups and downs. He gets bored, he becomes happy, angry, and in love. But for him, feelings are not something that are in control to his daily life. So what if he’s bored? Does that mean he should do something? What’s so wrong about being bored? So what if he’s happy? Does that mean he should shout to the world and let them know how joyful he is?

Mumu kept his feelings to himself and he considers himself a fairly emotionally flat guy. The guy smiled a lot and his Twitter updates showed controlled anger here and there.

For me, a good life is a combination of good days and not-so-good days. A good day consists of a number of good anchors that will help me getting through the day in fairly sane state of mind.

My morning routine, waking up real early to write only for myself, and when I feel especially healthy, going to the gym. Finishing a half-hour, and sometimes an hour, session at the treadmill, the shower afterwards, reading a chapter or two at the gym’s lobby, before walking to the car for a very short commute to the office. A few hugs from best friends in the office, more so when the day became especially busy and stressful, and the brief coffee getaway to the cafe downstairs where I could jot down a line or two in my journal.

The playlist of pointless gloomy songs I kept on playing on and on and on everyday no matter what mood I am in.

Small things.

That time when I felt especially cocky and announced to the whole wide world that #lifeisgood for yours truly.