I think I’m happy. Which in itself is a weird thought, because happiness should be a gut feeling.
In the staircase in our house is a sign that says: ‘Happiness is not a destination, it’s a way of life’. And that’s how it is. I always thought: I need a house, a man and a job to be happy. But today I did volunteerwork, had a date without strings attached and came home to a group home. Not the way I imagined things to be by now, but day to day I am happy. Because I serve with purpose, I love in whatever shape or form it comes and I have a roof over my head. What more do you want?
The Surf of Life 