Jimmy buffet fans strike me as really happy, all the time . I would rather saw my arm off than spend any time in margaritaville.
Arthur Brooks writes about this stuff a lot in the Atlantic. That magazine had a whole edition about happiness maybe 14 months ago. Probably the first magazine I read cover to cover, ever.
Building stuff, testing hypotheses, seeing things (specifically plants and/or people) grow better and change over time, I suppose those are my versions of happiness. Maybe throw in seeing something new and beautiful and unexpected.
Or writing Stonefish beachy romance ( or any stupid scene).so bad that I’m laughing while writing, I suppose that’s a minor hit on the fleeting crack pipe of happiness . Or reading someone who has humor and style with some combo of humility /suffering/ hope, there’s happiness there too….
There’s music too, what songs do I never skip on the playlist? Turns out none are particularly happy in lyrics, more they are accurate and beautiful representations of pain/emotion/uncertainty.
Arthur Brooks writes about this stuff a lot in the Atlantic. That magazine had a whole edition about happiness maybe 14 months ago. Probably the first magazine I read cover to cover, ever.
Building stuff, testing hypotheses, seeing things (specifically plants and/or people) grow better and change over time, I suppose those are my versions of happiness. Maybe throw in seeing something new and beautiful and unexpected.
Or writing Stonefish beachy romance ( or any stupid scene).so bad that I’m laughing while writing, I suppose that’s a minor hit on the fleeting crack pipe of happiness . Or reading someone who has humor and style with some combo of humility /suffering/ hope, there’s happiness there too….
There’s music too, what songs do I never skip on the playlist? Turns out none are particularly happy in lyrics, more they are accurate and beautiful representations of pain/emotion/uncertainty.