But happiness is creating
After adapting to my new reality and after converting it into something I enjoy and I would envy years ago, I realised I’m not happy. I am joyful and content. I smile, I don’t pretend but I just don’t feel fulfilled with happiness.
I spent nights rolling in my bed wondering what makes me happy. At first all I could think of, was people. Then I recalled the times I didn’t need people to feel happy.
Suddenly, I realized creating makes me happy. My creations which I want to consider art make me happy. They are art, actually. Everything is art when we want to. Life is a form of art if you live it this way, after all.
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