I found where happiness comes from.

It comes from following my mettle. From being true-blue to myself. From living my tour authentically.

Without fear of what parties mull, without suspicion of what could go wrong, and without anxiety of establishing mistakes. Life is too short for that.

Some people say happiness is just the other side of sadness. I buy that. But I’m not talking about the happiness that has another face , no. So if “youd prefer”, you could call it joy. You could call it love. You could call it peace. It contains all of that.

It doesn’t come from things. It doesn’t come from people. It doesn’t come from self-improvement. It doesn’t come from being perfect.

It comes from inside. It comes from the heart.

submitted by / u/ shortyafter [ tie-up ] [ observes ]

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