Recently I’ve been noticing truthfulness between human beings: business colleagues saying goodbye at the subway, a couple, holding hands while dancing at 3am on the street, a child picking his father’s nose at the park. These things will reflect later on our wrinkles. As time goes by, our face tells a story by its disposition. We are able to capture signs of love and happiness and turn that into a tattoo, a landmark in our body. Also all the scars from all the mistakes you’ve done are preserved as life lessons (because truth hurts but also sets you free). Nothing is perfect; but when you feel genuinely and spontaneously happy, there’s not better award in this lifetime.