I learned that happiness is quite simple.

There were gruelling months of me living like a ghost in my own home. My job kept me away from my family, especially on Sunday when I should have been resting and socializing with them. Alas, I was trapped in my work. I couldn’t go to the beach with them on some Sundays, and caused them to not have birthday parties unless I was there (which, predictably, I wasn’t). My daily routine was wake up - eat - shower - work - sleep. I was stressed and tired that my family forced me to resign, which I was only able to do after almost a year of working there.

Now, to have time to open Twitter and interact with my friends makes me happy. To be able to open YouTube and watch videos of my favorite artists makes me happy. To be able to sleep in on Sundays makes me happy. To be able to talk with my family makes me happy. To be able to drive a little more slowly makes me happy. Every little thing that I could not experience during my previous job makes me happy and grateful.

These little happiness might not make sense to some people, but I have never been a normal person myself. Yes, I might be poor, but it teaches me to be happy over the simplest things.