Happiness How would you define your happiness? A morning coffee with your loved one? A breezy day under the tree with only yourself? Laughing and singing out loud with friends? Me? I don't know. It is a bizarre feeling. You feel happy because you drink chocolate milkshake and then the next day when you drink it again, you don't feel the happiness anymore. I'm happy because I'm home. But sometimes I just wish to pack my bag, go somewhere far (again), deal with the strangeness, and find myself wishing to just be home and curl up in my own bed. Strange. I know.