Happiness

I still remember a quiet evening when I came home feeling drained. Nothing seemed to go right that day. Before sleeping, I opened a small notebook and forced myself to write just one happy moment. I wrote, “The coffee tasted warm and comforting.” It felt too small to matter. But the next night I wrote two things. Then three. Slowly I began noticing moments I used to ignore: a finished task, a friendly message, a light-hearted joke. My days did not change overnight — but I changed how I saw them.