And so, we are always waiting. Waiting for this experience, this simplifying in life, this "aha" moment where the wounds are all healed and the growth is all organized neatly warmth never leaves. But i didn't happiness is big or infinite, at all. I think real happiness, true happiness, exist 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, exist in the quite. In the small things. In a morning cup of coffe, in the sound of your mothers voice on the other end of the phone. I think real happiness, true 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, true happiness, is 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 hear your favorite song. The way you person's eyelashes feel as they're going to change your life. The way you person's eyelashes feel as they blink across you neck when you're holding them.