I want the happiness that money can’t buy. The happiness that comes from watching the sunset as the ocean kisses your toes or gazing up at the stars at 2am on your balcony with nothing but a blanket and your thoughts. The happiness that comes from driving down the highway with the windows all the way down or dancing around your room to your favorite song. The happiness from tea and a good book on a Monday morning or from watching the flames of a summer bonfire surrounded by the laughs of your almost drunk friends. The happiness that you feel but can’t touch, that’s the happiness I want.
It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.