Have you ever wondered if happiness comes in small boxes? Not the kind you unwrap with a bow—though that’s nice too—but those fleeting, glowing moments that slip into your day unexpectedly, like sun through the blinds. I’ve started to believe that an hour of true happiness is more valuable than a whole day of pretending everything’s fine. Anyway, happiness, in its purest form, isn’t meant to last forever. Maybe it’s meant to sparkle, not shine constantly. After all, if we were euphorically happy all the time… wouldn’t it lose its magic?
