Happiness is having something to look forward to every day, however small; perhaps getting up to see the sunrise or enjoying your favorite cup of coffee or starting a new book. These moments can be curated and the responsibility for that curation falls on you.
When you are a child you are a garden filled with wildflowers, weeds and roses, and you are too busy playing in that garden to really notice the difference. When you are a teenager you start to pay attention to individual flowers and weeds, not being able to pick a favorite you admire a different flower every day, some times a delicate rose, other times a thorny weed. When you are an adult you have picked your favorites and you start to weed the garden, shaping it into something so individualisticly beautiful it is beyond comparison to anything else. You have become a unique garden filled with wildflowers, weeds and exotic blooms alike, making up your beautiful one-of-a-kind self.
The sea is resting along the coast,
Occasionally teasing, with its black bosom,
Silvered rocks leaning on the land.
Against the horizon: tall gray peaks
Pointing towards the dusk’s golden realm.
And I, filled with earth, filled with sky,
Am in want of nothing but to walk with hope
Hand in hand.