What's happiness anyway? The dictionary does not help because what its definition of happiness does not fit mine, would it fit yours? I don't know. Let's find out.
What makes Claire happy is eating Tacos. Thats what I thought when I read the title of her post. When I read the post I realized it was finally seeing the bear. She even waved to it and said “Hi”. The story doesn't say if it waved back, that would have made me very happy!
Random Yak and I could become best friends if we lived near each other. We'd try to solve some weird traffic movements on each other's blog, and write a book on the subject and maybe even include some pictures to thank those who came in for the nude photos for inspiring us. (There are no nude photos of Yak of course)
Your friend is “your need answered... for you to come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.” Chicky Babe says it even more beautifully here. Just take the hand reaching out for you when its there. Grief needs to be divided and joys multiplied. Two is a very good number.
Aren't we all coming to the conclusion that we can write about Happiness? That every country song doesn't necessarily need to end up with a broken marriage, family, guitar? Why, wouldn't hearing “Marriage Catch” sang by Mad Kane make you merry!?
Why should we need to define it huh? We can't! Each one of us has its own definition of what it is. What it means to Aulelia might not necessarily be what it means to you and so what, let us raise a toast to her 100% pure happiness with pulp! She's happy, right?