Bliss

What is actually happiness?
Its not something that you can see. Same as love, they said, you have to feel it.
Happiness can be as simple as food. For example, mine. Food can put me back in the mood. Street foods are. Or can be sweets, or chocolate. Or vanilla cupcakes. Or marshmallow dip to a mug full of hot chocolate. Or shared waffle with ice cream. Those all can makes me happy.
No, but im not going to talk about food stuff here.
As fresh as the flowers in the morning, feels that you can smell the scents from it. Like there, they are start to blooming in your garden. You can might be look at those colors, those petals, those softness.
As peaceful as the book. Remember those times you just buy a new book and the new papers smells great. It feels like you hug the world with every words on it.
It can be anywhere, but you couldn't find any better place than the garden with a book. You will have little chirping birds as your favorite voices. You know the feeling, when you laying on the grass and look at the blue sky and start to wondering the shape of the clouds.
As calm as the mountain and the beaches. You will tripped all over the journey, but once you get there, you wouldn't see any clearer sky than that. You might be would want to roll around in the sand, picking up those shells and hear the sea's singing. They sings good, or you think you wouldnt found any better voices than the voices of the earth with your echoes, on the top of the world. You can feel the wind really clearly. Those breezes will play with your hair, and the cold is kind enough with yourself.
Remember that times, when you light up your first fireworks? It sparks as you try to touch the sparkles out. Its like those ones in the sky, fly straightly and sparkles very bright, with all of those bright, wonderful colors, as your heart beats. It is wonderful.
The other times when you running? The world might hit you hard and you decided to wear your running shoes without any reason. The next minutes, you're already in the walkside of the river, running and finally sits alone waiting for the orange sky and the sunset goes down. Then you close your eyes and tell yourself repeatedly, eventually that things will get better. Then you start to sings, all loud with consciousness that your voice is ugly, but it makes your burdens sent to the sky.
I did stars-gazing one time. It is brilliant to have a lots of my precious people in the same roof, right below the night sky without any lights, hoping that there will be stars. Falling one will be beautiful, but the city lights make them invisible, so you just start share any stories around and hear back from them, in the dark. You would know who is talking from the voices without even look at the faces. Your eyes will stick to the dark sky, as the color is like a morning coffee in your paper glass. It is bitter and you can't see anything, but you feel them there.
See, there are so many types of happiness. I couldn't really define for myself, except the people that i have for now. They are full of kindness, toughtful, and very bright.
They loved me, for all those wrong things i did, they remind me without a doubt. They make a house to be a home whenever i want to runaway from myself. They are food-buddies, they dont mind eating a lots with me, forgetting the world for a while. They bring me to a places that i can feels of slight freedom, when i can jumping around and be myself. They are laughing loudly, bring me to the moment where i can feel their happiness spread to be mine.
Don't be afraid to be miserable. Those times when you finally walk together with them and tell each other the worst stories that you have for each month, that would be miserable. But you see, some of them would just laugh and tell you eventough its wrong, im a human. And thats can't be undone. All you can do is just feel stupid as much as you can, and then dance with them.
Now thats what i called happiness. You'd never feel as amazing as you meet those people around, side by side beside you.
Just like a paper dolls.