The Box We Keep Filling

Hi my friend,

Happy Easter Sunday!

Lately, I've been thinking about happiness.
How often we wish it in greeting cards.
And use it as a compass.

Am I happy with my life?
Am I happy with where I'm going?

But the more 
I sit with the word happiness,
the more it starts to blur.

And I wonder if that's because
happiness isn't the thing we're really after.
Maybe it's just the wrapping paper.
Or the gift box.

We see it and think, 
Yes. I want that.

We all want the beautiful box.
Happiness.

But when we look a little closer,
we realize it's not actually the gift itself.
It's just the thing that holds it.

And what's inside?
That part is deeply personal.

Maybe it's the feeling
that you're slowly coming home to yourself,
even if you're not quite sure 
where that is yet.

Maybe it's what you feel when slipping 
into bed with clean sheets 
after a long day.

Your favorite song playing 
at just the right moment.

A child's hand 
reaching for yours 
without a word.

Happiness isn't one single emotion.
It's a curated collection -
a gathering of small things 
that fill you up.

A gift box.

 
Elina and Her Stardust
 

You may not always feel happy.
But that doesn't mean the box 
is empty.

Because the point isn't to reach happiness.
Or to always be happy

But to live. To feel.
To gather what speaks to your soul -
not all at once, but slowly.
Season by season.

Maybe that's 
the real work of being human.
To keep noticing what belongs in the box,
and be brave enough
to let it change.

What made you happy five years ago
might not fit anymore.
And that's okay.

That's the magic of it. 
The mystery.

The invitation to keep noticing 
what makes this life feel 
truly yours.

Because happiness is just 
the container,
my friend.

It's beautiful and tempting, yes -
but what we place inside…

That's what makes it real.
That's what makes life 
meaningful.

So Happy Easter…
or just a regular Sunday, 
wrapped in soft light.

Either way, 
I hope today brings you 
one small moment you'll want to 
tuck into your happiness box.

With love,
Elina

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