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“What is your favourite colour?”

It is a question I have asked almost everyone I have met. The answers are always different. Yet when the person answering is someone I love, their favourite colour somehow becomes the most beautiful colour in the world. It is not because I lack a favourite colour; it is because love has a way of colouring even the simplest things.

In a world where people often question one another’s intentions, I have always been a people person. Like air and water, I need the warmth of human connection. I would rather hear a familiar joke from someone I care about than read the funniest one ever written. Laugh with me, laugh at me—I don’t mind, as long as it comes from affection. Kind hearts, genuine smiles, and people who leave the world a little warmer are life’s greatest medicine.

There is no formula for finding your happy place. The only requirement is the courage to accept that nothing lasts forever. You can never own a person; you can only walk beside them for a while. If you are fortunate, somewhere along that journey you will discover a place where you are not judged but simply accepted. That is a beautiful place to be.

The most meaningful conversations rarely happen through words. I have read books about communication, but the deepest connections I have known were built in silence—a glance across a room, a shared smile, or simply being comfortable enough to say nothing at all. Sometimes the eyes speak more honestly than language ever can. Those moments connect people in ways words cannot. And soulmates are not always lovers. They can be friends, parents, siblings, or anyone who makes silence feel complete.

Are happy places permanent? I don’t think so.

People change. We change. Life changes.

Someone who is your happiest place today may become a cherished memory tomorrow, and someone you barely notice today may one day become your home. We rarely understand how these connections are formed. They arrive quietly, almost magically, reminding us that we are all part of someone else’s story, even when we never realise it.

Perhaps that is what life is really about—not finding the perfect place, but finding the people who help us discover ourselves. Family, friends, and sometimes even our own solitude can become our happy places. They are the mirrors that reveal who we are, challenge who we have been, and encourage who we can become.

Every happy place exists at the intersection of three things: the right space, the right time, and the right people. When those three meet, even for a moment, colours come to the life.

Maybe that is why I still ask everyone about their favourite colour. I am not really asking about colour at all—I am asking who has coloured their world.