I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I think happiness is a decision, and if you're set against joy you're not going to find it, no matter how many cat videos you watch online, no matter how many new things you buy yourself, no matter how many naps you take. That's the way it is.
In a similar vein, I know I talk a lot about things on this blog: pretty things, expensive things, cheap things, fun things - but to avoid becoming materialistic (the struggle is real) I think it's important to talk about the immaterial: words, thoughts, emotions, decisions, prayers, conversations.
Because things, as wonderful as they are, won't make you happy. But rich relationships with people? Those definitely will.
So the point of this post is as follows: I want to open up a conversation about happiness, true happiness, founded in something intangible. Whether that is literature, friends, a clear blue sky, a moment to yourself - let me know. What makes you happy, truly happy?
For me, it's sunshine - whether a crisp, cold winter day, a warm, balmy spring one or a sweltering summer one, where there is sunshine there is joy. I also love music, the type that soars; hugs, the really tight kind; genuine smiles, when people get so happy you can see it pouring physically from their faces; the quiet moments in the early morning, before it's light, before you've moved much, when everything seems so simple and your priorities haven't come gyrating into view yet. Poetry, read aloud. Standing on top of some place very high.
Oh yeah: and hearing other people talk about what makes them happy. That's one of my favorite things in the world.
Tell me yours?
All the love. Xx