The pictures in your cubical prove that happiness isn’t a Pay Cheque, a Christmas party, or a dress down Friday.
Happiness is the grass your family lays on, the yoga lessons you rush to after work and the pizza tradition you cling to, every Friday Night. It’s the journal entries you keep at 3 a.m., the guitar lessons you apologize for ahead of time and the Netflix shows you love to watch, on a rainy Sunday morning.
The pictures in your cubical cover lifeless walls, witnessing days of frustrating routine and silenced voices. The pictures in your cubical prove that although your heart may speak the loudest, your head still plays the safest.