I’ve mused that an embrace and acceptance of one’s current conditions could be construed as happiness. Sure, it sounds a bit cold, but that’s one way to boil it down.
Happiness if nothing else, is fleeting. That’s not a bad thing, just a matter of fact. You move in and out of feelings. If you were happy all the time, you’d be crazy. Maybe being happy is crazy.
It’s a mild fall day, I’m out with a good friend, the boat is flying across the water and life’s daily trials are off on land someplace. That’s happiness.
How do you define it?