Peace and happiness go hand in hand for me.

A brilliant night out and a quiet Sunday afternoon are not the same substance, and confusing them is how people end up exhausted by their own fun.

Happiness without peace burns fast. You can stack a month with good things and still finish it frayed, because nothing was ever allowed to settle.

Peace is the digestion. The walk after the meal, the hour in which nothing is being consumed, the space where good things get filed as good.

Leave a gap after the next enjoyable thing. That gap is where it turns into a memory instead of a blur.