There are many forms of happiness. A pot of tea and a good book on a quite day. Petting my cat, PK. Finding a candy bar I forgot I purchased. A HUGE fart. A nap. Sleeping late.
Sorry Stuart, this gets a bit long...but as a lovely taste of life in happiness, I love the beginning of Book V, John Milton PARADISE LOST...from 1674...but as you see, the shadows are approaching, here...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so customed; for his sleep Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred,
And temperate vapours bland, which the only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, Aurora's fan, Lightly dispersed, and the shrill matin song Of birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwakened Eve
1With tresses discomposed, and glowing cheek, As through unquiet rest: He, on his side Leaning half raised, with looks of cordial love Hung over her enamoured, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep,
Shot forth peculiar graces; then with voice Mild, as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes, Her hand soft touching, whispered thus. Awake, My fairest, my espoused, my latest found, Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight!
you will get as many different answers as they're are responders ... to a heroin addict is obviously thing... to a mother its another ... contentment perhaps where you are in life .. .?
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