The breeze on my face, as the windows roll down. My hair set free in all different directions. The music so loud, my mood set to perfection. We don’t know where we’re going, but the things we pass, the sounds we hear, and the emotions we have that slowly fade to oblivion are what we look for to create happiness.

The sound so loud, that all you can focus on is what is happening this very second. Over the bridge, pass the houses you once dreamed you lived in. You don’t want to arrive because that would mean an end to this astonishing tour of the good life. There’s so much more to see. You pass the traffic lights and beaches and small towns. Nothing can touch you, nothing can hurt you. Nothing seams to matter. .

But then that song changes and hit’s a nerve that makes you go off into a paradise of your own. The sound gets louder and everything outside moves faster and faster and your adrenaline starts rushing more and more. The breeze makes a strong entrance as it fills up the missing spaces. It does not plan to leave you. The wind so strong now that your either falling or flying. But you are too happy to be falling. Your arms now in the air. You’re flying. Flying on top of the world we call reality, which at this moment, actually felt like it. And in that moment, you felt, no you were, infinite.