It's simple to be happy, but it's hard to be simple

It's simple to be happy, but it's hard to be simple, like a star that ignites in the night sky without knowing its own fire, for happiness comes like a breeze of wind in the middle of summer, but simplicity is a deep mystery, like a labyrinth of mirrors where you search for yourself. In the pursuit of simplicity, my soul transforms into a butterfly, flying through memories and dreams as through an enchanted forest, where each leaf whispers stories about hidden desires and forgotten hopes, but to be simple means to embrace essence, to undress from illusions, to let yourself be carried by the river of time without fearing the unknown shores. Happiness is a rainbow that arches over the horizon of the soul, but simplicity is a sunrise, silent and full of promises, that illuminates the hidden paths of the heart, where truth rests, and I, a traveler on this road of self-discovery, learn to listen to the silent song of the universe, to be one with all that is. When I surrender to simplicity, I find happiness in small details, in a stranger's smile, in the rustling of leaves, in the fragrance of a flower, as if each moment were a note from an endless symphony, and I, just an instrument that vibrates at life's subtle touch, discover that in this harmony of existence, happiness and simplicity intertwine, creating a dance of lights and shadows, of dream and reality, where my soul finally finds its place, simple and happy.