The timeless question - What makes me happy?
To me, it's people. Ones that make you smile, make you giggle uncontrollably, that for some reason just being around them make you feel better, or in extraordinary cases, feel more like yourself. I am fortunate enough to possess such people.
I seek it.
The so-called "click", chemistry, love at first sight, not the love that you see in films or read about in fairy-tales. The connection you make that surprises you when you realise it. Feels like divine intervention. As if you were put on this earth to encounter this otherwise pedestrian-looking individual.
It doesn't require anything, don't need common ground, similar background, comparable uprising, nothing parallel at all between the two of you. Yet, this celestial sensation is signalling you to under-no-circumstance let this pass you by. The feeling you get when you talk yourself out of talking to the hot girl at the supermarket is the realisation that you could've missed out.
You miss 100% of the shots you don't take - Wayne Gretzky.
The crazy thing is - we don't allow ourselves to encounter these magical connections. We avoid it. To sit next to someone on the bus and just feel better because they are around. To feel free, to feel "it." Why do we deny ourselves of one of our most sought-after desires?
I've yet to hear an answer that isn't fear or fear-related.
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