Enjoying your day doing whatever you like most

Nowadays, life is not always easy, and everyday, you have to face so many problems.  Everyone has to have his or her own way to get away from the boringness of life.  As for me, one of fans of angling, one of the best things I like to do, you may have guessed it, is to open the memories of going fishing by the beautiful lake enjoying the happiness of angling.  One of the examples I like to recall is as following…
     It was on one of the nicest summer days one Saturday in the late 1990s, last century, some of us fishing fans went fishing together at a place called ** Lake, which is a place that makes fishermen crazy tens of kilometers around whenever they think of it.
     Early in the morning we got to the bank of northern dam, where it was said good for angling Nile carp those days.  The day just broke, and the sun was still on its way to come out behind the distant mountains far in the east, which made the clear blue sky reddish in its eastern part above, with a few pieces of white silky clouds flowing lightly along their way.  All seemed still in the sleep, and everything was in silence, except for some nameless birds singing somewhere.  The water in the lake reflected the white light of sky, showing us a light blue mirror with everything and everybody natural in its vast smooth shining silver face.   What a quietness of nature it was and what beautiful scenery it was for all the living things!  But that was nothing to most of the fans of fishing, for they just were busy preparing for the activity to enjoy the pleasure of angling the little spirits of the nature under the water, and were eager to begin their action.  Then just in minutes, fishing poles were being waved above their heads and white silver lines with angles were dropped into the mirrory water, with sounds of the angles patting the water, accompanying with human laughter.
     Just in a few minutes, fish were drawn back to the bank with the line pulled back without known what kinds of fish they were at the beginning, for it was not bright enough with the sun still behind the mountains.  Laughter increased with the eagerness of trying to see more of those little creatures, and jokes were made heard over the clear water, which broke the quietness of the morning of the bank.  And soon some big ones were put into the fishermen’s net bags, which made the atmosphere even livelier, happier and more eager.
     That day I was determined to catch Chinese carps because they are bigger, stronger and more beautiful, which makes the fishing more exciting.  I had designed a menu of special food for the fish, which was deferent from that of others’ and was aimed mostly to carps especially big ones, for I like bigger ones better.
     With time going on, fish, mostly the Nile fish big and small, were caught more and more by the other fellows, but there was no sign of message of fish round my pot at all, and I was not quite sure whether my design was a success.  As usual, I kept on sending food to the center of my pot with my angles without a stop, and after about ten or maybe fifteen throws, a signal came and my float moved a little and there was a strong and short going down of it, which meant there was something big biting the angle.  I lifted my pole timely and immediately felt a strength coming from the other end of the line struggling against my hand.  Excitement and curiosity occupied my heart with the trembling of happiness made by some unnamed pleasure of nature from original creature which caught its capture, and which made me wonder what kind of fish it was and how big it was.  Just half a minutes later, a pretty golden Chinese carp of about one kilogram was pulled to the bank with the controlling of my pole and line, struggling reluctantly with its mouths opening and shutting, breathing the air, with water coming in and out of it, and with its bright eyes opening, and glaring wide with fear, reluctantness and emptiness.  I caught it carefully with my catching netter and slowly put it into the net bag.  And a few minutes later, hardly had I waved my line into the water to the pot when the signals came, and a second carp was caught and put into the fish net bag again.  Then a third catching came in the same way in time, and it went on like this the whole day without an end, which made all the other fellows wonder why all the Chinese carps were crazy only with only one of them, and then I shared my design with some of my best partners to make them share the success.  In the afternoon, when I drew my fish bag up onto the bank,  a local farmer happened to pass by my place, saying “Did you catch them all with a fishing net?” , for he saw my fish bag full of golden carps crowded in the bag which could hold at least over tens of kilograms of fish.
     Happiness shouldn’t have to come to people in the form of being great things happening to great people.  As most people in the world are small potatoes, and they are all normal, which means that just some small things will make them happy from head to bottom, no matter what it is; the watching of a football game between two teams you like; the singing of a song which you love, together with the ones you like; the writing of a short passage, a piece of music, or a poem; the drinking of a cup of tea with someone you know well talking about the past, the present, and the future of everything; or sometimes else like lying on the beach watching the sky with empty eyes; and so on.  Most things will make you happy, if not every, if you put whatever press you away, and try to find the key to the happiness in life with a normal heart, you will surely find something that will make you happy, no matter what it is, or no matter how lost you feel you are for the time being.