ㅤ༄⸼۪❀˟ 𝓘think we've been taught from such a young age that happiness is meant to be this big, all consuming thing. That it is this moment that cracks open our bones and changes our lives and sweeps all of the weight inside of us away. That it is something that is awarded to us, gifted to us by the world. That it is something we are always in pursuit of until we find it. But I don't think happiness is big, or infinite, at all. I think real happiness, true happiness, exists in the acceptance of the fact that we will always be balancing what is light and dark within ourselves. I think real happiness, true happiness, exists in the quiet.
ㅤ༄⸼۪❀˟ 𝓘think real happiness is believing that you are meant to be here, that you are meant to take up space in this world. I think real happiness is findingg the human beings who take care of you not in a materialistic way, but rather, finding the human beings who take care of your soul, who take care of even the most chaotic parts of who you are. I think real happiness, true happiness is all around you, at all times, pinned and blooming in the things you stopped paying attention to because you were always searching for more. Flowers on your walk to work. The intensity in the air when you meet someone and you know they're going to change your life. The way your stomach flips when you hear your favourite song. The way your person's eyelashes feel as they blink across your neck when you're holding them.
ㅤ༄⸼۪❀˟ 𝓐nd I don't think happiness is something you find, or that it is this destination you get to where the night never comes and you are bulletproof and unaffected by the mayhem. I think the mayhem will always exist-we are literally made from it, we wouldn't even be here if it weren't for the crashing and the banging of atoms within this Universe. No, I think happiness exists in the understanding that the pain holds just as much importance as the beauty. I think happiness exists in finding the things that make us feel known, and special, and at peace in this world, no matter how small or insignificant they feel, and letting them save us. I think happiness exists in leaning how to embrace the dark, in learning how to see it as the very thing that makes us appreciate the light.
ㅤ༄⸼۪❀˟ 𝓘think real happiness is believing that you are meant to be here, that you are meant to take up space in this world. I think real happiness is findingg the human beings who take care of you not in a materialistic way, but rather, finding the human beings who take care of your soul, who take care of even the most chaotic parts of who you are. I think real happiness, true happiness is all around you, at all times, pinned and blooming in the things you stopped paying attention to because you were always searching for more. Flowers on your walk to work. The intensity in the air when you meet someone and you know they're going to change your life. The way your stomach flips when you hear your favourite song. The way your person's eyelashes feel as they blink across your neck when you're holding them.
ㅤ༄⸼۪❀˟ 𝓐nd I don't think happiness is something you find, or that it is this destination you get to where the night never comes and you are bulletproof and unaffected by the mayhem. I think the mayhem will always exist-we are literally made from it, we wouldn't even be here if it weren't for the crashing and the banging of atoms within this Universe. No, I think happiness exists in the understanding that the pain holds just as much importance as the beauty. I think happiness exists in finding the things that make us feel known, and special, and at peace in this world, no matter how small or insignificant they feel, and letting them save us. I think happiness exists in leaning how to embrace the dark, in learning how to see it as the very thing that makes us appreciate the light.