Happiness, that elusive concept that so many pursue, often reveals itself not in the act of desperately seeking it in the external world, but in the introspective journey toward reuniting with oneself. We live in a time where haste and distraction constantly tear us away from the here and now; we go from place to place on autopilot, distancing ourselves from our most genuine essence.

When life hurts you, you learn to live anesthetized; you only pilot the ship when it truly matters, the rest of the time you live in a kind of lethargy not to feel too much, to live but just enough.

Reuniting with oneself might be likened to the awakening from a chrysalis; it is like retracing a path that we should never have abandoned but that it was beneficial for us to travel—it endowed us with awareness. Reuniting involves shedding the layers that society, time, and our own insecurities have superimposed on our true nature. In this process of personal reconstruction, we discover that happiness is not a perpetual state of euphoria or joy, but an inner harmony, a tacit agreement between being and existence.

It is in the simplicity of understanding who we truly are—with our lights and shadows, our victories and failures—where a deeper, more authentic happiness begins to bloom, that moment I call peace. By accepting our imperfections, we release the weight of impossible expectations and give way to a state of peace that allows us to be present, fully present, in every moment of our lives.

True happiness arises when we dare to look within and embrace what we find, when we are able to dance with our own contradictions and understand that true reunion is not about being perfect but about being honest with ourselves. In that act of acceptance and self-knowledge, we discover that we do not need to tirelessly search for happiness, for with each step toward our being, it finds us.