Must remember this feeling of being absolutely content. A peaceful, calm, steady state of mind. Feeling of being above all those nasty feelings you had ever before. Feeling so calm, so philosophically entitled to just be happy. Not happy in an explicit, merry way but in a calm, laid-back, relaxed way of being lonely and still having some close people in some distance; meeting new people without intending to stay, wandering, traveling, seeing new horizons, meeting more and more new experiences, and gaining knowledge, breathing in this variety of the world.
Sometimes you just want to put aside those bright feelings and emotions and just live, enjoy, travel, change something, and then come back home. Have a nice trip, enjoy your ability to accommodate to the circumstances, enjoy your ability to be great, to be good, to be interesting, to amuse people. Enjoy your ability to be yourself, to impress, to be content and calm, to be therapeutically laid-back and relaxed, to feel how the people around are thankful for your being a steady rock in the sea.
And what does matter in this life if not this ability to feel content? Why live if not to enjoy? Why breathe if not to be eager to meet another moment of your life and get this light, breezy experience of well-being, harmony and peace.
