The other day my friends were talking about the happiest place in the world for them. Paris, Hawaii, New York City, Lake Tahoe…they listed various places. Since then, I have been thinking about where would be my happiest place.
Early this morning, I went hiking in a trail a few miles away from my house. The sun was coming out, chasing away the morning mist. I was walking on the verdant tree-covered path. Once a while, I heard birds chirping echoing the forest. I was in complete serenity listening to my pounding breathing while climbing a steep hill. As I was reaching the summit, I saw golden sun rays seeping through the tree clearings. What a beautiful moment! What a peaceful feeling! And I found my answer. My happiest place is where I live. After I was away for a few weeks, I realized that there is no place like home. Just like Dorothy, after leaving my hometown for a while, I understood how much it meant to me. My favorite hiking trails, my go-to bakeries and coffee shops, my friendly neighborhoods, and my friends who care. I am in the happiest place.
A lesson learned. Happiness is closer than you think. You don’t n need to look for somewhere else.