“What is happiness to you?” he asked me. “Well, I said. It’s a lot of things. To me, happiness is  figuring out what actually matters.

It’s loving friends with total abandon. Discovering the secret silver lining. It’s every single life-changing aha! moment.

Happiness is holding each other whenever you can. It’s truly appreciating the little things. It’s being together in bed, watching Netflix, and it’s missing a book you’ve finished.

True happiness is waking up next to the one you love. It is deciding to smile, despite whatever happens, and it is the satisfaction of creating something.

Happiness is learning to appreciate failure’s value. It is pizza when you’re crazy hungover, and reliving your very first kiss. It is his hand enclosed around yours and the first blossoms of Springtime.

Happiness is loving yourself truly, madly, deeply. It’s also makeup sex after a fight and knowing you’re better off together.
It’s total silence—except for laughter, and cooking comfort food in winter. It’s bursting with love for them and finding the will to forgive.

Happiness is making her proud, him proud, of you. It is a platonic but meaningful hug or eye contact. It is an embrace after a long period away from someone you love. It’s that knowing smile you exchange, the one that says so much.

It’s feeling good for doing good, and finishing a long-term project—finally.

It’s the fact that they’re yours, and only yours. It’s building a life with someone you love. It’s about looking at them and feeling safe. It’s recognizing you’re one lucky fucker.

Happiness is finally forgiving yourself for past mistakes, and sleeping in because you can. It’s spotting talent in someone else and getting excited for them. It’s feeling valued as an individual, and moving people through your stories.

To me, happiness is loving another more than yourself. It’s wandering the world, totally free.

But right now? Right now, happiness is this morning cup of coffee. Sometimes it is as simple as that.”

(Source: thoughtcatalog.com)