I should probably go to sleep. One of those nights, when I had to force myself to smile, ended up grinning in a silly, fake way, laughing at things that make me want to cry, laughing at life itself,  at how ironic it is. Who is a happy person? I don't know any, and I'm not one myself. I met a lady while waiting for a night bus, a homeless woman in a wheel chair. She kept on smiling, kept on talking to me about how we are all a big family living in one planet under one sun, how each one of us is endless, each one of us is an eternal being, and we all come from the same place, we all have a mission in this life, none of us is meaningless. She talked about happiness, and that each one of us can reach happiness when we complete our mission in this world. I watched her, while she was smiling, talking, believing, I was observing her energy, her strenght. My bus arrived and  I wished her a good night, having no idea where she was going to sleep or, if she had a place at all. She told me I looked like her daughter.

Each one of us is like a running river, our paths cross, then separate. We keep on moving.