What things make me happy?

I never thought that this question will be hard to answer.

"Isn't it easy and simple? You love traveling! You love reading books!"

After a long contemplation (read : 1D1N thinking, couple of time spending in the toilet, keep asking Abang or staring blankly into my laptop screen), I realized that traveling and books are not the one that makes me happy. They’re just the bridge for me to gain the happiness.

I feel happy, when I visited new places, I could speak with local people using their local language.

I feel happy, when I traveled to new country, not only I tried on their local cuisines, but also know about story behind why they prepare such cuisines that way.

I feel happy, when I came to a museum, I learned a history about places or public figures. It usually made me love them more and more.

I fell happy, when I read a book or had some chats with local people, I learned something new that you would not found simply by googling it.

Seeing local people smile, and the feeling of being welcomed that came afterward, that what makes me happy. Finding a small trivia excites me like finding a hidden gem. Not only experiencing new things, but also experiencing it thoroughly and wholeheartedly.

I feel happy when I feel welcomed/belonged/engaged/close to 
some books I read, places I visited, and some people I knew.

Isn't it easy and simple?

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