It’s always a bit funny to see how someone presents themselves to others when you have a little inside knowledge about their lives.
Regardless of where you come from, what your background is, or what decisions you have made in the past, you have worth. You deserve to be happy and you deserve to be treated with dignity.
The Top. It used to be an easier pill to swallow. The land of the chosen. The deserving.
I do not think happiness comes from having this or that, nor does it come from other people.
Seriously, you can be. Just read this.
I find something so beautiful and intriguing about people who have experienced the most suffering and heartache in life due to circumstances out of their control, yet they for some reason they still radiate positivity and happiness.
Happiness is often the quest of peeling back the layers we’ve built up for ourselves. Removing the stuff that is supposed to make us feel more, but actually smothers who we are: clothes, drinking, busy-ness, excuses.
There is no “set” definition of happiness because we each create our own meaning.
Feeling like anyone but yourself feels like one long night.
I know happiness.