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?

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