and yet — the most important thing is already within us

I often think: what if happiness is not something big, distant and hard to achieve? Maybe it is in the morning look, in a cup of coffee, in the way someone takes your hand — just like that, for no reason.
We are used to treating the body, looking for reasons, analyzing... But real life begins when we stop fighting and just allow ourselves to feel.
You don't have to fight for everything. Sometimes all you need is to be with someone who doesn't demand, doesn't change and doesn't save. Who just is.
Or maybe happiness is when you allow yourself to be alive?