happinesul nu e ce credem

Everyone’s out there trying to “find happiness.”
Like it’s a fucking treasure hunt. 
It’s not.

Stop it.

The truth? … 

Happiness is unexpectedly boring. 

It’s brutal. 

It’s unsexy as fuck. 

Happiness is not saying yes when you mean no. 
Stop sleeping with people who treat you like a layover on the way to someone better. 
Stop knowingly accepting bullshit. 

Choose who chooses you.

Get that paycheck if you've earned it.

Leave the places that haunt you.
Stop chasing chaos because you’re scared of stillness.

And do that mental, emotional, or physical pushup, you know?

It’s waking up, drinking your coffee, paying your bills, calling your mother to say hi, and not hating / even liking yourself in the process. 

It’s choosing to stay present in the everyday fucked up, messy, ordinary moments of your life instead of outsourcing your joy to some mythical future where everything finally makes sense.

Happiness is the daily decision to be in your corner. 
That’s it. 

Happiness isn’t something you find. 

It’s something you build, one sometimes boring, sometimes joyful, sometimes painfully ordinary, quietly radical act of self-respect at a time.
Not glamorous. Not Instagrammable. 
But fucking real.

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I am not mad as I write this, I just like the word "fucking".