I’ve lost count how many times people have asked me if I’m okay, simply because I’m quietly sitting down enjoying the view. They say I look so serious, I tell them I’m fine but somehow I feel as if they don’t always believe me, not that I care. I wonder though, do I always have to be loud, smiling all the time just to prove I’m happy. Happiness shows through me in many ways, staring into the sky, drinking a cup of coffee, reading a book, cooking, etc. Happiness shows through all of us in different ways and I personally believe it to be beautiful.