Is happiness in the place we go, or is it within us?
Perhaps the reason we cannot find happiness is because we look for it in the wrong places. Or the very reason is because, well, we look for it. What happened to the way we live? Or when did we forget to live? When did the line between doing what we want and looking for remedy in what other people do become so blurred? Was it the time when we started to attach our hopes of happiness to fancy name tags and hefty price tags? Like the time being a cultured person started to depend on pronouncing the longest beverage name at Starbucks? All of these may have made us look like we are doing fun things in good places, but did it make us feel that way?
Happiness is not in the places we go. It is not to be found in the fancy names we hide behind, and it is not sitting and waiting for us in that third wave coffee shop in Amsterdam, either. It is the unknown within us, discovering the tiny flame within ourselves, and sharing it with people who will hold it carefully to let it grow and light up our worlds.
