As an explorer
I think we've been taught from such a young age that happiness is meant to be something big, all consuming thing. That it is 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. And so, we are always waiting. Waiting for this experience, this simplifying in life, a moment where the wounds are all healed and the growth is all organized neatly within our hearts aren't afraid of loving anymore and the warmth never leaves. But I don't think happiness is something big, or infinite at all. I think real happiness exists in the acceptance of the fact that we will always be balancing what is light and dark within ourselves, believing that you are meant to be here, that you are meant to take up space in this world, finding the human beings who take care of you not in a