Happiness doesn’t lie in conspicuous consumption
and the relentless amassing of useless crap.
Happiness lies in the person sitting beside you and your ability to talk to them.
Happiness is clear-headed human interaction and empathy.
Happiness is home.
And home is not a house-home is a mythological conceit.
It is a state of mind.
A place of communion and unconditional love. It is where,
when you cross its threshold, you finally feel at peace.