A few weeks ago I went on a bike ride with my dad and a family friend. We were gone for about 3 hours in which time we cycled to our 'local' shopping centre and returned.
That night when we were discussing the cycle ride, when my dad and our family friend were both quite drunk they both said that the best part of the ride and the day was when we had stopped in our neighbouring village to eat plums that we had found on the floor.
My dad said that it was his idea of heaven.
Although I can't agree with them that this was the best part of the day (I don't have one), I can appreciate why they found it the best part of the day.
It's simple things that make you happy, like the way my younger brother sometimes hugs me for no reason, or when a random stranger in the street smles at you.
My dad always says that he's the richest man on earth for he is happy and he isn't happy because he has money or good qualifications (because he doesn't have these). I often think that he's happy because he has us his family but I never ask him.
But it is because of my dad that whenever anyone asks me what I want to achieve in life I always say happiness. For come what may you will always have that even if everything else in life falls apart.