“What is happiness?” he asked and she didn’t know what to say. “Freedom” she wanted to say, but she was not free. She had kids, a husband, a career, responsibilities; no she was not free. “Money” was another option. But money was not a reason to be happy, it was just a means to be more carefree. “Love” she thought, but love was an illusion and often went hand in hand with hurt or loss. “What is happiness” he asked again. And she had no answer. For her, happiness was different every day. Some days, happiness was being alone with a book and a glass of wine.oyher days, happiness was spending time in good company. For her, happiness did not have a simple definition.
“Happiness is like an onion. It is layered. Brings tears to your eyes and leaves an aftertaste in your mouth that makes you remember every bite. Yes, happiness is like an onion. Raw and spicy, or fried and sweet. Happiness is not one thing, it is many things and changes every day.”
He nodded. He did not have an answer to the question himself, but he liked the way she explained the most complex questions of life.
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reflections of an unquiet mind 