Back in the day, I used to think that loving someone meant you had to 'claim' that person, make them happy in your own style, and dedicate heaps of time to the folks you care about. But now, guess what? I've wised up and realized how darn silly all that is, especially when it seems like the ending is just on repeat.

Not a hint of regret, but every now and then, I wonder why I put in more time for others and somehow managed to forget about numero uno – that's me!

After some pondering, turns out I was wired like that because my happiness was hitched to someone else's wagon. Making them smile was like my own happiness delivery service. But, here's the kicker: my way of dishing out happiness didn't always hit the mark. In fact, sometimes it led to frowns and all-around hurt feelings. Ouch!

So, I decided to pull the plug on that routine. Every single glitch in the matrix made me realize I don't need to play that game anymore. It's either time for a new playbook or just taking a chill pill. Gotta say, chilling sounds tempting. Could be a win-win for both them and yours truly.

And finally, here's the scoop: now I've stumbled upon the joy jackpot without having to lean on others. The magic trick is self-love, plain and simple. Do whatever floats your boat. Ignore the naysayers and party-poopers. Because guess what? You're one-of-a-kind. You're a rare gem.

From now on, it's all about giving myself a big ol' bear hug of love before I even think about sharing the love elsewhere. My happiness takes the driver's seat before I start spreading the cheer.