She flipped her calendar. Once, twice…thrice. On the third page, there were the words ’11 July’ emblazoned. They were red and green, just like all the other dates were at any other page. Sighing a sigh of resentment, she scribbled her thoughts on that page and went on to bed to stare at the cold ceiling wall.

As usual as it has always been, thoughts started looming into her mind. That’s probably what staring at the ceiling walls entails. Her mind, heavy as it seems, began lumbering into fragments of the past. “Happy birthday to you…happy birthday to you…” songs, food and various ways in which her friends embraced her birthday came into her mind. Unknowingly, she began to cry.

“So that’s how birthdays going to be from now on huh. I hate growing up. School…vSparks…Wushu…oh, what a wonderful way to be celebrating my birthday,” tears flowed down her cheeks as she grumbled silently to herself. “No one will ever remember my birthday. Not him, nor him, nor them. And that’s just how it’s going to be.”

Crying herself to sleep, she brought herself into a world of fantasy, a world of happiness, a world where everything she wished for came true, a world that she never knew existed…a world of friends.

Her phone started vibrated madly once she entered the world. Birthday wishes came. One, two…twenty, thirty…the amount of people who wished her happy birthday was countless. The amount of presents she had gotten simply overwhelmed her. Her friends even prepared a birthday surprise for her!

Silently, thinking and smiling, music played in her ears. The song that she was all so familiar with, the song that she liked so much, the song that she smiled everything she listened to it…

"You Are Loved (Don't Give Up)"
-Josh Groban
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
When you're heart's heavy
I...I will lift it for you

Don't give up
Because you want to be heard
If silence keeps you
I...I will break it for you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved

Don't give up
It's just the hurt that you hide
When you lost inside
I...I will be there to find you

Don't give up
Because you want to burn bright
If darkness blinds you
I...I will shine to guide you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved

You are loved
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
Don't give up
Every one is to be heard
You are loved

Overwhelmed with thankfulness, she flipped her calendar again. There it was, the words she had written yesterday, cancelled away and replaced by someone else’s handwriting. “11 July is not just another day. It’s a day to enjoy the outpouring of everyone’s love and care for you.” With that, she smiled a smile that she hasn’t been able to wear on her face since a long time ago.

Maybe there’s indeed something in this world that’s worth looking forward to.
Maybe there’s indeed something in this world that’s good and happy.
Maybe, maybe…never give up hope.

Even when the sun sets and the stars appear, you can smile in peace, as the fact that the sun’s always there for you never changes. It’s just taking on another form of care and concern (to be illuminating light via the stars and the moon) to show that it still loves you.

(596 words)

Okay, I know that this is a rather short essay as compared to what I usually write.

But pardon me, I really don't know how to write happy essays.

(& I never want to know that what I thought was true wasn't, so don't tell me)

Well, once again, thanks! =D

She flipped her calendar. Once, twice…thrice. On the third page, there were the words ’11 July’ emblazoned. They were red and green, just like all the other dates were at any other page. Sighing a sigh of resentment, she scribbled her thoughts on that page and went on to bed to stare at the cold ceiling wall.

As usual as it has always been, thoughts started looming into her mind. That’s probably what staring at the ceiling walls entails. Her mind, heavy as it seems, began lumbering into fragments of the past. “Happy birthday to you…happy birthday to you…” songs, food and various ways in which her friends embraced her birthday came into her mind. Unknowingly, she began to cry.

“So that’s how birthdays going to be from now on huh. I hate growing up. School…vSparks…Wushu…oh, what a wonderful way to be celebrating my birthday,” tears flowed down her cheeks as she grumbled silently to herself. “No one will ever remember my birthday. Not him, nor him, nor them. And that’s just how it’s going to be.”

Crying herself to sleep, she brought herself into a world of fantasy, a world of happiness, a world where everything she wished for came true, a world that she never knew existed…a world of friends.

Her phone started vibrated madly once she entered the world. Birthday wishes came. One, two…twenty, thirty…the amount of people who wished her happy birthday was countless. The amount of presents she had gotten simply overwhelmed her. Her friends even prepared a birthday surprise for her!

Silently, thinking and smiling, music played in her ears. The song that she was all so familiar with, the song that she liked so much, the song that she smiled everything she listened to it…

"You Are Loved (Don't Give Up)"
-Josh Groban
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
When you're heart's heavy
I...I will lift it for you

Don't give up
Because you want to be heard
If silence keeps you
I...I will break it for you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved

Don't give up
It's just the hurt that you hide
When you lost inside
I...I will be there to find you

Don't give up
Because you want to burn bright
If darkness blinds you
I...I will shine to guide you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved

You are loved
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
Don't give up
Every one is to be heard
You are loved

Overwhelmed with thankfulness, she flipped her calendar again. There it was, the words she had written yesterday, cancelled away and replaced by someone else’s handwriting. “11 July is not just another day. It’s a day to enjoy the outpouring of everyone’s love and care for you.” With that, she smiled a smile that she hasn’t been able to wear on her face since a long time ago.

Maybe there’s indeed something in this world that’s worth looking forward to.
Maybe there’s indeed something in this world that’s good and happy.
Maybe, maybe…never give up hope.

Even when the sun sets and the stars appear, you can smile in peace, as the fact that the sun’s always there for you never changes. It’s just taking on another form of care and concern (to be illuminating light via the stars and the moon) to show that it still loves you.

(596 words)

Okay, I know that this is a rather short essay as compared to what I usually write.

But pardon me, I really don't know how to write happy essays.

(& I never want to know that what I thought was true wasn't, so don't tell me)

Well, once again, thanks! =D