#lettersunopened

when i was five years old, happiness was cuddling with my mother during road trips, listening to the lullabies she sang on nights i didn’t wanna sleep and the quite hum of my parents’ conversations.

when i was ten years old, happiness was an unexpected break from school, going over to my gran’s on summer break and retiring to the house only when the sun is long gone and clothes are all muddy.

when i was fifteen years old, happiness was a day away from home, hanging out at a friend’s house laughing at silly things or roaming around aimlessly.

today, i don’t know how to describe happiness because somewhere along the way here things changed. growing up we often forget how to be happy in all the little things, things that meant a great deal to us at some point.

so here’s a reminder: forget all the unnecessary things in your life, forgets all the whatifs and whynots, forget everything that makes you unhappy. and smile.