Happiness is being content with what you have, living in freedom and liberty, having a good family life and good friends. Happiness is the resultant of the relative strengths of positive and negative feelings rather than an absolute amount of one or the other. “Happiness depends upon ourselves.” – Aristotle If you want happiness for a lifetime, help someone else. If you want happiness for a year, inherit a fortune. If you want happiness for a day, go fishing.
If you want happiness for an hour, take a nap. When one takes a rest, the other one tends to take up the slack. Happiness and sadness run parallel to each other. Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city. Happiness is your dentist telling you it won’t hurt and then having him catch his hand in the drill. There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.
It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do. Happiness consists more in conveniences of pleasure that occur everyday than in great pieces of good fortune that happen but seldom. The happiness of life is made up of the little charities of a kiss or smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude. Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness. The secret of happiness is to find a congenial monotony. “Happiness is an inside job.” – William Arthur Ward
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