I am happy when I drink coffee on the balcony in the morning, listening to the city waking up. I am happy when my mother calls and asks: "Have you eaten?" When my son comes home from school and tells a funny story about the teacher. When my cat lies down on my stomach, and I feel him purring - it is at this moment that I understand: I am home, I am alive, I am not alone.

I do not believe that happiness should be sought in other countries, in other people. It is already here, next to us. We just need to slow down more often, be grateful, notice. I am learning to live with my heart. And I like that every year I increasingly choose not what is prestigious, but what warms.