Fericirea e al doilea meu nume

I don’t declare this today because I’ve just discovered it.

No.

This joy, this quiet, radiant state of happiness has lived in me for a long time.

It is not borrowed.
Not conditional.
Not performative.

It’s mine.
Woven into the way I breathe, into how I give without needing anything back, into how I love, fully, wildly, freely.

My happiness is not loud.
It does not demand attention.
It simply is, like a river that knows its course,
like light that doesn’t ask to be seen.

I do not wait for perfect days.
I create them, with touch, with words, with presence.

This state I live in is not a mood.
It is a vow.
It is the echo of every moment I’ve chosen love over fear, offering over asking, being over needing.

So no, I don’t claim happiness like a flag on a mountaintop.

It is not a peak, it is my home.
It is my second name.
And I live it, breath by breath, in everything I touch.

And you?
What name does your heart answer to when no one’s watching?

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