Sufficient.

A bowl of rice + Soy sauce = Happiness.
I could probably eat that everyday and not get sick of it. Just like ice cream.

That plus Bulla's creamy classic mint ice cream, a good book about real life crimes or prolific serial killings, a cuppa mountain dew, beating my high score of the "spot the difference" game with mom, finding some cash on the floor,
headbanging alone in the room till my neck's sore in the morning, a band using a picture i took of them, riding my bike and having my hair tossed about by the wind, having dreams about hot guys and remembering them when i wake up, seeing munchkin bunny hop, cuddles from mom...
just simple things small things. really make my day.

Not knowing whether my prayers are heard or whether i am even praying right.
Not knowing the future. MY future.
Knowing that my aspirations are just dreams and wishes that'll never come true.

worries me.