Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

We keep chasing happiness like it is waiting somewhere far in the future. We think it will arrive with success, money, or big celebrations. But happiness is not loud. It does not knock on the door. It sits quietly in the small moments we usually ignore. In the soft sunlight entering the room every morning. In the warmth of a cup of tea between tired hands. In pages we flip without noticing how fast time moves. In curtains dancing slowly with the wind. In footsteps on an empty road with wanderin