We have weird ways to find and define happiness. From distractions to projecting our emotions and attention, we sometimes never ever look inwards. Do we hate what we find inside? Or we simply think that happiness is from the outside but not in?
We have weird ways to find and define happiness. From distractions to projecting our emotions and attention, we sometimes never ever look inwards. Do we hate what we find inside? Or we simply think that happiness is from the outside but not in?