Surely everyone has experienced those rare moments in life when you radiate pure joy. Moments when happiness feels effortless and genuine. Today, I’d like to share what these fleeting glimpses of freedom mean to me.
The occasions when I feel like the happiest person on this planet are rare and certainly can’t be planned. For me, they arise spontaneously, yet they lift an immense weight from my shoulders. In those moments, I stop worrying. My mind grows quiet, and I smile a different kind of smile than usual—an honest one. A smile rooted in gratitude for simply being alive. A smile that embodies freedom.
So when do I feel happiest? More often than not, it happens when I’m surrounded by nature. Whether I’m watching a glowing sunset, picking wild blueberries, or listening to the gentle murmur of a river, I feel grounded. In these moments, I’m reminded that the world keeps turning regardless of my concerns. It’s as if nature itself invites me to slow down, to release the constant rush and worry, and gently pulls me back to what truly matters: being present.
At other times, happiness finds me through movement and intensity. While exercising and pushing my body to its limits, adrenaline sharpens my senses and clears my mind. Just today, during a run, I sprinted the final 50 meters with Space Truckin’ blasting through my headphones. For a few brief seconds, everything aligned. The rhythm of the music, the burn in my muscles, and a runner’s high combined into a moment of pure clarity.
These moments don’t last long, but they don’t have to. They remind me that freedom isn’t something distant or permanent—it lives in brief instances of presence, connection, and release. And that, to me, is more than enough.
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