I am increasingly convinced that happiness is in the same category. It is not for hiding in a pocket or hiding in a drawer far away, but for sharing. And not only with those who have been with you for a long time and firmly, but also with those who have just appeared in life. Or like you now - you are reading this, and I already want to share something good. I don’t know about you, but for me there are moments when happiness is especially clearly felt - almost like the smell of coffee in the morning or like the silence in the temple before the service.

I was recently in a small town, by chance I got to mass in an old church. There were just wooden benches, children whispering in the back rows, grandmothers who knew every prayer by heart. And then bread and wine. And suddenly I caught myself being grateful for this peace, for being part of something bigger. There is no need to explain anything, no need to be someone in particular. Just being - and that is enough.

Perhaps this is one of the forms of happiness - to be needed and accepted. We often confuse happiness with success, with convenience, with carelessness. But it truly comes when you share yourself. Your time, warmth, thoughts. Even doubts. Especially them, because sharing vulnerability is the most human thing.

I thought a lot about why it is sometimes difficult to talk about good things. As if you are afraid that you will jinx it, or that others are busy now, and it will only hurt them more. But real happiness does not compete, does not irritate, does not measure. It does not compare who has more, who is more beautiful, who is more “correct”. It just is. And when you share, it does not become less. On the contrary.

I once had a conversation with a man, we met through a website. He said: “You probably only want a serious relationship.” And I smiled and answered: “I want to share the present. And relationships are just one form of the present.” We never met, but that conversation remained in me. As a reminder that it is not necessary to wait for the “perfect moment” or “that very person” to be sincere.

You can share right now. A simple kind word. A story. Your evening. Experience. Your “such” happiness, even if it is not from a glossy magazine. After all, when you share, the person on the other side of the screen feels: you are alive. Not a showcase, not a questionnaire, not a set of characteristics. But alive, real.

The Catholic faith teaches me one important thing: everything we have is a gift. And this gift is not for hiding. God does not give love so that we keep it to ourselves. He himself is an infinite division. And if you learn from Him, then you want to be the same - generous, simple, open.

Happiness, in the end, is not a goal. It is a path that we go through together. Sometimes close, sometimes at a distance, sometimes even silently - through such lines.

And if you have something to share now - tell me. Let it be something small. Sometimes even a smile or a kind word is already a whole feast for the heart of another person.

Lana Banana