It's not hard to make me happy. However, the same applies otherwise. Some people call it moody. I call it jazz bermelodi discordant.
I easily feel happy with simple things (although gradually I can go back to gray because of something else), I also find myself laughing loudly (?) At some point, asking another question in my mind:
"Is this really the source of my pleasure?"
One of them # People's passion
Have you ever talked to someone about what he or she sees (passion) and sees a glow of light on his face and his eyes as he talks about it?
The same thing happened when I saw that he was practicing it. I, who (until this article has been created) have not found out specifically what my passion is, feeling inherent in the sense of joy he felt when he saw and enjoyed the sheen of light