The Power of Small Joys

Today I caught myself thinking again that happiness is not in big events that we wait for months. It is hidden in small things that are easy to miss in the hustle and bustle. For example, the morning begins with the smell of fresh bread from the nearest bakery. I go to work, and the wind plays with my hair, as if it wants to cheer me up before a hard day.

And then on a call I see the smile of a patient who has felt better, and I understand: this is exactly why I once chose medicine. Not because I wanted heroism, but because in every day there is a moment when your efforts turn into someone's hope.

Happiness is not loud victories, not applause and not medals. It is the ability to notice the quiet: a kind look, a call from a loved one, a hug that restores strength. When you learn to appreciate these tiny moments, life stops being a race and becomes a pleasant road to walk.