I have been in constant pursuit of happiness that it has become a love-hate relationship with myself. I love myself when I am happy and I hate myself to the core when I am not.
Happiness for me is defined as that warm feeling inside me. It can be a twinge of that feeling that comes as a smile, or it can be an outburst of loud laugh and sometimes tears.
I am most of the time happy. Yet, there are days when I feel so depressed that I don't feel like moving and want to be just over and done with the day.
I am blessed. In so many ways, I know.
I have come to acknowledge that happiness is not a permanent thing.
Some days you soak in it, some days, no matter how you crave for it, you just can't find it.
Maybe, that's the way it should be.
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