what happiness looks like...
When I was a kid I used to think that happiness in life was all about big happenings, great strokes of luck and flushy stuff. And so I started looking for extraordinary things, I waited for special events to happen but I was missing the real happiness the small things and the small victories, I didn't appreciate what really mattered: the sun on my skin the feeling of walking barefoot in a field the smile on a stranger's face the taste of a freshly baked pie the lyrics of an old song the warmth of my grandma's hands the smell in the air just before it starts to rain the satisfaction of my first paycheck the freedom you feel when you drive at night with the windows down and the music loud the sadness you feel when you finish reading a really good book the smell of coffee in the morning, when you just woke up. Those little and maybe trivial feelings are what real happiness is about.