sometimes it strikes me that it's the small things that matters in life. that it's those evenings when you're walking home, clear sky, everything is quiet, you can hear yourself breathing, and you're just happy to be alive. it's looking a little closer at people, wondering about what they've been through, what makes them smile, and cry. it's reading a book and getting caught in the world, unable to let go. it's having a song in your head, that makes you skip of joy. it's meeting friends that you can share hours of just talking, without feeling a need to look at your phone. it's the feeling of pride when you finally feel ready to order coffe because you've started liking it. 

 

now, everyone finds happiness in different, small, things, and these are just a few of mine. 

 

when are you the happiest being alive?

do you ever stop and just think about it?