The Quiet Joy of True Happiness

True happiness is not found in things,

Not in the wealth that fortune brings,

It's not in fleeting pleasures sought,

Nor in the battles fiercely fought.

It's found instead in peaceful calm,

In hearts that beat with steady balm,

In minds that are content and still,

And spirits that can bend but never break at will.

For happiness is not a fleeting thing,

Not a prize that we can take by winning,

It's a state of being, a way of life,

A joy that's felt in stillness, not in strife.

It's in the simple things we find,

A gentle breeze, a friend so kind,

A smile that warms the heart and soul,

And brings us to a place of pure and whole.

It's in the laughter of a child,

In the warmth of a love that's mild,

In the beauty of a sunrise new,

And in the peace of an ocean blue.

True happiness is not a chase,

But a contentment that we can embrace,

It's in the stillness and the peace,

That brings our troubled minds release.

It's in the moments of quiet grace,

Where we find joy in this earthly space,

Where our hearts and souls are intertwined,

And true happiness is what we find.

So seek it not in what you have,

Or in the pleasures that you crave,

For true happiness is found within,

In the quiet moments where peace begins.

For in the end, it's not about what we do,

Or what we have, or what we pursue,

It's about finding contentment and peace,

And letting true happiness never cease.