A good mood is walking down the same street you've walked a hundred times and suddenly noticing: the soft light, a child's voice and laughter, the fact that trees are basically free sky art we all agreed to stop being amazed by.
And then — the dangerous part. You feel it: all that love just sitting in your chest, hoarded like a dragon with feelings. Fully loaded, nowhere to aim it. Which is insane, when you think about it. There's no shortage. You can spend it recklessly — on family, on strangers, on the barista, on cats who did nothing to earn it except exist — and it *refills*. Worst business model ever. Best one, actually.
A good mood is just remembering you're rich in the only currency that never runs out. 💛
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