Sometimes I lose track of the days and suddenly forget that time is not static, and that we will never be the same as we were a year or ten years ago.
We are constantly searching for ourselves in other people, in music, movies, poetry, books, or even in the past, losing our minds in time itself.
What does it mean to be happy? it's the feeling that you belong somewhere
somehow —no matter where or who you are with.
Happiness means being yourself and enjoying the simplicity of life, a cold and
rainy morning, a cloudy evening, the sunset, and the sound of the ocean at
night.
It's the smile that an old photograph brings to your face, happiness is
enjoying your grandparents, parents, siblings, and friends' company.
A simply sound or smell, a memory of some kind, an honest hug, or a long walk
at night. A good book, movie, or series.
Being happy is not a choice, it's a lifestyle that can even be found in
nostalgia, bringing joy to our hearts.