A Writer's Life

By Awriterslife

Learning

I spent most of the day in my study, prepping my classes, listening to music. I felt at peace. And I came to this realization, talking with a friend: as I get older, I becomes clearer to me that happiness is more often than not seeing the people I love be happy. I'm far for denying that I look for my own happiness, and I've become pretty good at recognizing it. But in the same way that I understood at some point that happiness was more about moments than about a long and lasting thing, was more about small stuff than big flashy things, making or seeing people I love happy brings me, in a way, more contentment than being on the receiving end.

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