The longer I sit with the idea of happiness, the simpler it gets. It’s not about chasing the next win, or collecting things you’ll stop noticing in a week. It’s about waking up inside a life that feels like it’s truly yours. A life you’d pick again, even if you could start over. Where your joy isn’t on loan from someone else’s praise, and your worth doesn’t dangle on the hook of the next achievement. Because if it’s anything less than that is not really living.