The Wiseman

“What is happiness?”

I replied with a grin, “Happiness is when you make other people smile. Actually, it’s when you see them smiling and enjoy it, even if you’re not the reason behind it.

Happiness is helping someone, directly or indirectly, and seeing that person’s mood change to the better after you’ve helped.

Happiness is knowing your hard work paid off, knowing that you have people in your life who’ll always have your back, knowing that God is with you, always.”

– “What is love?”

To that I replied, “Love is a powerful thing. Love stretches over any distance. Love is when you put other people’s happiness before yours, when you’re ready to sacrifice something without hesitating, when you feel the need to give your all to someone.

Love is that little fire that ignited inside the hearts of a man and a woman when they first met, and when they saw their baby child for the first time.

Love is when you feel like you have to check up on a friend or a family member who is sick, when you feel like calling someone because you miss that person and you need to hear his/her voice.”

– “What is passion?”

“Passion is when you’re ready to do something you love and give it your ultimate best. You love that thing so much you feel like you always have to improve to be the best. And the greatest thing about passion is that, even if the path to excellence is long and bumpy, you’re always happy while taking that path because you’ve got passion.”

– “What is sadness?”

I lowered my eyes, took a deep breath, and said, “Sadness, my boy, is that bitter feeling you get when you lose something you love. You remember when grandpa passed away? Remember how much I cried?”

– Yes, Baba.

“Do you know why I cried? I cried because I was filled with sadness. But sadness comes in different kinds. There’s that little sadness you feel when you get a bad grade, or when your favorite football team loses an important game. There’s the sadness that lasts a little longer and that tries to inhabit your heart, but fortunately fails to do so. This kind of sadness mostly comes to you when you lose a loved one. And lastly, there’s agony. Agony is that ultimate level of sadness that inhabits your heart and somehow refuses to go away. It stays there, fighting for refuge in your heart.”

– “How to avoid agony, Baba?”

“Well, son, agony settles in your heart once you let it in. But I think the only way to keep agony away is by trying to be a good person. Don’t get me wrong. Some of the nicest people secretly live in agony. ┬áBut, son, take my advice and choose something that makes you happy and pursue it. Find people who bring out the best in you, and who push you to try new -safe- things. Find your passion in life. Love more, smile more, help more, accept remarks, challenge yourself to improve…and if you fail – once, twice, or even 10 times – you keep trying. Never tell yourself that you’re a failure. You are incredible. You know what they say…”

My son looked at me, smiled, and screamed, “When there is a will, there is a way!”

My little man was growing up.

– “Thank you, Baba. I can kick agony’s behind now, I’m going to be a happy boy!”

“I sure hope all the best for you, son. Give your old pops a hug.”

He hugged me and went to play with his friends.

My wife came in the room, patted my shoulder, and said to me, “I heard everything. I love you and that beautiful mind of yours. You’re teaching him well.”


Thank You

It’s incredible to find out how much you mean to a person. It’s even more incredible to find out you’ve affected that person or s/he sees you as a great individual, regardless of all your flaws. I honestly don’t know what I’ve done for you to see me like you do, except being myself. So thank you. I would like to thank my friends for never failing to be supportive and to make me smile. And also, I’d like to say thank you to my parents who made me realize how unique I am and for always being there. I’ll try my best to return the favor, I promise.

For the time being, I don’t quite know what I should exactly say to each person who has also affected me in a certain way, besides “Thank you, I love you so much”, and those words actually mean something. I hope you find someone who makes you feel special. I hope you find a best friend who makes you realize you’re more than how you look at yourself. I hope you’re part of a family who makes you feel like you’re one-of-a-kind. Feel good about yourself, love yourself and others, be kind, smile, and keep blogging.

Dear Mom, Dear Dad,

Thank you.

Thank you for making me the happiest person in the world, for never failing to love and support me, for never leaving my side no matter what, for every sacrifice – whether little or big -you made for me, for never making me look bad, for respecting me and protecting my rights.

Thank you for the roof over my head, the house I live in and happen to be extremely in love with, for the delicious food on my table, for all the gifts you’ve offered me, for all the love you gave me, for all the work you’ve done so I could be the person I am today, whether academically or socially.

I could never say how blessed I am to be your child, the one you saw growing up every day, the one whom you supported all along the way.

I love you, so much. I never doubted that you wouldn’t love me back. I admire the both of you. I hope when I’m a parent that I would make you proud, and be as good as you both are.
I graduate from high school in a year, and I still think that I need you. I know you’ll always be there, to support and comfort me. I would really appreciate it.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

With love,
Your daughter.




I love this picture just a liiiiiittle too much to be honest.

Dad, you’re the one who feels like everything should be perfect, the one who believes he is responsible for each and every single member of the family, the one who works hard for us to have a roof over our head, food on our table, gas for the winter… The one who stays strong in the hardest times, saying it will be okay.
You’re the one who never talks about his concerns, so we wouldn’t preoccupy our little minds, the one who is so dedicated to God, and who tries to build himself spiritually.
You’re the one who has taught my brother and I so much in life for as long as we have lived.
You’re the one who has helped me everytime I fell, everytime I cried. You’re the one who took me to the hospital when I broke my leg. You were always there.
You’re the one who has answers to all my doubts and questions.
You’re the one who would sacrifice absolutely everything for us.
You’re the man I idolize.
The picture above was taken when I was five, but look how happy I seemed to be. Well, I was in your arms, dad.

And dad, I know this isn’t much, but I thank God every day for having you as my father, my protector and my friend. I could never describe how much I love you, but know it’s from the heart. Thank you, for being you.