happiness is

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 Stefan Sagmeister The Happy Show

 

Happiness Is

Happiness is the aromatic smell of a strong black coffee brewing at your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop. You notice that everyone is in line depending on their brew to get them through the day.  What gets you through the day? ; The dependency on another being or thing that without a doubt never fails to bring your mood higher than the sun or moon. Or maybe it isn’t the dependency but it’s just the feeling of pure bliss of simply looking forward being with him.

 Bliss the state of mind that is the ultimate euphoria. But how can she reach this euphoria if she hasn’t met him yet? Have they passed by each other and maybe have not known that this single individual was their road to this pure bliss? He could have been the guy at the Laundromat. He wore a wrinkled white tee that seemed to be one size too small and blue denim jeans with dirty sneakers. She decided to choose the washer next to his. His wrinkled dirty looking white tee was understandable, it was laundry day, the dirty sneakers were forgivable as well,  it was rainy that day. Half way loading the wash she reached into her laundry bag, searching for the detergent. Of course she forgot it. Was this a blessing in disguise? This was her in to talk to wrinkled white tee guy. She thought piece of cake. She tapped him on the shoulder, he looked at her and she couldn’t seem to find the words to ask him for the detergent. It was those piercing blue eyes that she found herself lost in. He looked at her with a blank stare “Yes?” and she finally asked, “May I borrow some of your detergent?” He handed her the detergent, “Hurry quick think of something else to talk about” she told herself. Nothing came to mind, she handed the detergent back. “Thanks”. 

Happiness is not letting fear get in the way. He stood at the top of the cliff heavily breathing. “I’m going to do it. I will do it.” If only he could lift his feet off the ground. He swore they were super glued to the dirt and rocks beneath his feet. A crowd surrounded him cheering him on, “JUMP, JUMP, JUMP” All he saw were the many mouths moving but he couldn’t hear a thing he was too focused. “Maybe this is what death feels like” he thought to himself listening to his heart beat louder and faster. Happiness is the sound of a heart beat. The day had been gloomy, one unfortunate mishap after another...