identify 100 things that make me happy.

It makes sense that if wasting time would make you feel like crap, not wasting time would make you feel good. Like you’ve achieved something and aren’t entirely worthless.

I developed the ability to lucidly dream when I was around 12 or so – and it’s one of the most coolest things anyone could ever do. Which is sad in a way, because it’s technically not real. But it’s good in a way that you can at least experience the impossible, whether it’s flying, or having a conversation with someone who you don’t have the guts to talk to.

ie. Getting to sleep after a long day.

I used to say that I liked sunsets with clouds better than sunsets without any clouds in the way because the clouds give the light more contrast. But today, there was no cloud in sight and this sunset was particularly awesome – so I say it’s a tie. It’s just funny how the more polluted the air is, the more beautiful the sunset.

A lot of people in metro Sydney complain about how our public transport is a joke – and I totally agree – which is what makes train rides so hilarious sometimes.

Just sitting in silence and being OK with that. If you’re able to do that with someone, you know them extremely well.

Your personality on holiday suddenly becomes fearless. And it sucks that that feeling is almost always temporary, but it’s good to know what that feels – which is easy to do when you’re completely separated from your normal life, surrounded by a world that you fall in love with, simply because it’s so different.

One of those beautiful bittersweet moments. Having coffee with someone who you used to be able to completely mock and get away with, and now you’re having small-talk about how things are and how things used to be. What’s even better though, is when you still can mock ‘em and get away with it. That’s friendship.

Gives a feeling of security. And well, it’s pretty darn comfy. My house makes me so happy sometimes, it makes me wanna tap my red sparkly shoes together and mutter “there’s no place like home” to myself when I’m not in it. Well, not really. But you get the point.

With the right person, at the right time, a hug can make everything better.