"The seed for happiness is thanksgiving." What is the size of the seed, though? Is it like a Corn kernel? An Almond? An Acorn?
Do I shovel a shovel into wet or dry ground? How deep should the shovel go? Half an inch deep, one inch, two inches, or a mere scratch from the surface of the earth? How deep do I go to sow the seed?
"Thanksgiving is huge," said Grandma, which means Thanksgiving is bigger than the Corn kernel, Almond, and Acorn. The tiniest form of Thanksgiving has to be bigger than that Queen Pineapple that is still sitting on my kitchen cabinet, next to the sink, wishing the knife that is now resting at its bottom will skin it alive already, since my hands seem lazy and reluctant. If it is tinier than the Queen Pineapple, then it is the size of a grapefruit. A grapefruit that is big enough to produce juice that will fill a champagne flute.
Maybe it is a type of seed that exists in the world where wolves, lions, and snakes sing better than my vocal cords ever could, even in my "alone concert" under a shower... Nah, scratch that. Thanksgiving exists in the real world.
Deep down, I know Thanksgiving is bigger than huge. I believe it is like one of the planets. To put it better, let us say it is like one of the planets in my primary school science textbook. Lined up with other planets, small and round on a page, just perfect for my right index finger to effortlessly trace a ring around it, while my mouth says,
"This is Mercury; that’s Venus; Earth obviously... And over here is Thanksgiving."
Small and simple, it looks like I can pick it up with five fingers, but in reality, it is big, like the entire earth. Big enough to consume all the worries that live on earth.
"Thanksgiving is divine." Well, that makes sense. It produces happiness, one of our greatest (if not the greatest) pursuits in life. We are all chasing happiness. The early morning rush, stopping taxis, coffee, offices, fake smiles slightly tinting real smiles (if we are blessed), etc. Everything we do, we do because we want to be happy—really happy—whether we realise it or not.
"Happiness is all around us." It is in the chirping of birds, the sight of a Sunflower in a busy street, and the unconscious meeting of different fingers from two people, barely holding hands, as they cross the road. It is in the giggle you turn to, looking for its source. It is the silent air that makes the hair get in the way of an eye. Happiness surrounds you in different "littles." If you are thankful for the little, you will grow happiness in the little. And many "littles" make BIG.
Sometimes, the little is an Easy Morning. A morning where there is calm under your hasty feet and peace spilling all over your mind. Your heart, so relaxed and rejuvenated, created a soundless but delightful rhythm, alluring your feet to a dance without rhythm.
I am thankful for Easy Mornings. I am happy.