I wonder what true happiness is.
When I am in a position when I am not actively suffering,
I take myself out of reality and reflect.
As I write this,
I am sitting in one of the dorms of a popular, well-respected university in the United States.
Eating corn chips with hummus while Billy Joel plays in the background.
My only thought is whether I should make coffee or tea
While I read Frankenstein for one of my English classes.
I am no longer in a toxic relationship, questioning their love for me.
I no longer seek out men or women for validation.
I have a good relationship with my mother.
I haven’t cried due to sadness in a while.
I have friends who truly care and love me.
My obsessive behavior is getting under control.
I am learning how to control my emotions in stressful situations.
I am no longer an imposter in my own body.
However, I don’t know if this is happiness.
Are the moments where I am not questioning my life choices or myself
The moments where I am happy?
Is this what happiness truly is within human beings?