Happiness.
Then gratitude.
Then humility.
And finally understanding.
That is how it feels.
The happiness of a laughing child is just as valuable as the happiness of a singer on stage, or the happiness of someone who jumps with joy. Every child, every person, every living being carries its own definition of happiness within. There is no higher or lower form of it. Happiness does not compare itself. It simply exists — different, personal, quiet or loud, small or overwhelming.
Yet this is a happiness we often lose while growing up.
In an unnatural world, something changes. Our attention slowly shifts away from what is real and moves toward artificial things. Things that stimulate us immediately. Things that promise happiness at first glance. Television. Sugar. Distraction. Comfort.
They look harmless. Sometimes even necessary.
But they quietly pull us away — from our true being and from our task in this life.
It is painful to watch how dreams fade. How lives slowly drift away. How potential disappears — through constant noise, through numbness, through habits that replace awareness. Not suddenly. Not dramatically. But gradually. Almost unnoticed.
And yet, happiness was never meant to be loud.
It was never meant to be consumed.
It was never meant to be chased.
True happiness lives in simplicity.
In awareness.
In humility.
In understanding that every being has its own path, its own rhythm, its own purpose. That there is no better or worse. Only different expressions of life.
For this understanding, I am grateful.
I thank God for grace.
For humility.
And I ask for guidance.
Amen.