When do you feel true happiness?
Feeling as though your heart has become white and is floating in your chest like an angel trying to burst into laughter. Your face trembling as you smile unimaginably wide, exposing your enticing beam and your utter joy. The way you move, spinning and twirling in your own mind as you send waves of laughter out into the atmosphere. Eyes widening, radiating kindness towards all surrounding figures, brightening the room solely with your presence.
Happiness may also be the light streaming into your room on a Saturday morning, reflecting off the snowfall and painting the air with a calm stillness. Settling in with the fireplace beside you, making peace with the darkness as you watch a favorite movie. The blankness but the rush of your mind as you inhale the words and sentences of a book, jumping into another world as the outside drips and pours with a pitter-patter on the rooftop. A blank canvas waiting to be sculpted into an expression.
Perhaps it is also excitement, the feeling of your heartbeat quickening as the curtain opens and trying not to grin into the silence while the first chords are struck. The twist of your stomach and the leap of your heart, the jittering of legs and the racing of minds. Eyes glowing when a lightbulb blooms, radiance melting the hardened "I cant's" and "don't knows." Clapping and hopping, skipping and swaying, an aura of exuberance surrounding the motions.
Could it be something else entirely? Tears streaming down your face as you beam with the luminosity of the sun, standing on a platform holding a rolled up paper tied with ribbon. Bowing deeply, hand in hand with friends on either side, waiting to run off and cheer at your team's achievement. The moments before a winner is announced, anticipation brimming over and grins hardly contained. Togetherness, watching family laugh or a friend rant, and being overcome with content and pride, not only for them but for you.
When do you feel true happiness?
When you feel.
