When you stop running from what you feel – the beautiful and the messy – something shifts inside you.
Vulnerability emerges.
And vulnerability connects.
But for most of us, that’s uncomfortable.
Especially if you’re used to being strong, controlled, put-together.
We’d rather choose logic.
Thinking our way through things logic can’t solve.
Like death –
the rawest truth there is.
You can’t ignore that everything ends.
Yet we keep trying.
Because admitting the end forces honesty:
Do I have unfinished business?
What am I still avoiding?
What truths am I not ready to face?
Right there lies your opening.
Happiness comes when you face the ending honestly.
Only when you accept that time is limited can you fully treasure what’s happening right now.
We often treat happiness as something to chase.
Something you earn.
Buy.
Achieve.
Popularity. Success. Being seen.
But true happiness has no conditions.
It’s found in being – without fixing, without striving.
Happiness means coming home to yourself –
every single day.
Sounds easy, almost trite.
But in a world wired for constant progress, it might be the hardest practice there is.
Because we’re taught to never settle.
Always move forward. Always need more.
In chasing the next goal, we forget to savor small wins.
Yet true happiness lives in these small, meaningful moments.
We choose what gets our attention.
And whatever you feed grows.
Once you feel this, space opens up –
for softness. Gratitude. Presence.
And right there – in that presence – happiness flows naturally.
Social media portrays happiness as constant euphoria.
Always smiling, flawless, glowing.
But genuine happiness has depth:
Acceptance – seeing things as they are, without judgment.
Appreciation – recognizing beauty in the journey itself.
Gratitude – appreciation felt deeper.
Love – because you genuinely care.
Start with acceptance.
The rest follows naturally.
And the deeper you go, the less power fear has.
If death is inevitable, fear isn’t the enemy.
It’s an invitation to honesty. Gentleness.
When you stop fighting and simply start being,
fear loosens its grip.
Your focus shifts –
to small moments, an unexpected smile, sunlight filtering through leaves.
What seemed small suddenly becomes profound.
Appreciation becomes gratitude. Gratitude turns into love.
And love becomes peace.
That’s how you accept endings – without letting them define you.
Just like the wind, the sun, and the rain.
We can be like they are.
All our times have come
Here but now they’re gone
Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are
Come on, baby (don’t fear the reaper)
Baby, take my hand (don’t fear the reaper)
We’ll be able to fly (don’t fear the reaper)
Baby, I’m your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Valentine is done
Here but now they’re gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
40, 000 men and women everyday (like Romeo and Juliet)
40, 000 men and women everyday (redefine happiness)
Another 40, 000 coming everyday (we can be like they are)
Come on, baby (don’t fear the reaper)
Baby, take my hand (don’t fear the reaper)
We’ll be able to fly (don’t fear the reaper)
Baby, I’m your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Love of two is one
Here but now they’re gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn’t go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying don’t be afraid
Come on, baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (then they started to fly)
They looked backward and said goodbye (she had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (she had become like they are)
Come on, baby (don’t fear the reaper)
