I used to have a hard time searching for happiness simply because I thought I needed a lot of things before I found a certain level of satisfaction.

These days, I manage to be happy about the smallest things: lunch with my friends, a surprise pasta from one of them and a good laugh about something as simple as a mispronounced word. I’ve found joy in the little things but the feeling of getting something you wanted for such a long time is incredible but not disappointing when you don’t get it because believing that something better is in store becomes a habit.