Why do we always postpone our happiness? It's always once I'll do this thing or the other thing or achieve one thing or the other only then I'll allow myself to be happy . Why do we restrict ourselves from feeling the happiness and excitement of the not so exciting daily life? Why are we always so harsh on ourselves? We torture ourselves to the point that our worth is just defined by presence of a person, a career, a good college, a job . why do we never think that happiness can be as simple as getting up in the morning and having your cup of tea or coffee , going on a walk , talking to our loved ones , writing in a journal , making something good for ourselves, having the ability to pray and meditate and even the most basic thing as doing our work. We just think that all these things are not necessary and can't be a source of happiness and wait for happiness to arrive and knock at our day . We have limited our definition of happiness to a certain level of success and wait to be happy till that . Life passes by waiting and in the end all we are left is with regrets . We are making ourselves go through pain daily rather than enjoying the process of everything. What if we never achieve that imaginary happiness? Does that mean we can never be happy and excited? We can be happy even if the world is falling apart but we choose sadness and wait over it .Why do we treat ourselves so badly all our lives?
