Happiness is now a cottage industry on the internet: life hacks, morning routines, maps to your passion.
Mostly though, happiness remains a thin wire you pull on, or string together, a practice you stitch up from the dishes you wash, people you make smile, walks you take.
Is there any doubt Jefferson and Franklin did not think the pursuit of happiness meant financial gain or moments of pleasure? Today, wouldn't they write something closer to: “Life, liberty and the apprehension of beauty?”
Happiness has become associated with the exceptional and the extreme, and yet almost always the opposite is true.
The opposite of vanity.
Kids finally off to sleep, morning birds and morning light, someone who knows the coffee you want before you order it.
I don’t think anything enduces happiness so much as people you can help in your own way.
Or a hand well held.
Yes. Dishes done. Daily demons laid to rest. A shared joke. A wonderful conversation. A hand held.