Happiness is not a matter of circumstance; it is dependent on the torrents of our thinking.
Amen, Sista! So much crap in the way. Money, relationships, death, love. Difficult are the tide of thinkers! I mind horde! Clutter what little space there is left with objects and objectives to which I have no control.
I had forgotten. And, tend to, from time to time. The Big Easy!
An Inventory of Happiness:
When a dog sticks his head out of a car window. !! And, he does not have to be my dog.
Broken-in Boxer Briefs. Soft but well elasticized.
My Superball collection.
When my dog greets me at the door.
When my spouse greets me at the door.
Getting into trouble.
Getting out of trouble.
Listening and singing to… ##You’re Nobody Til Somebody Loves You…Sing it, believe it and give love proudly!
Sardines on Ritz crackers.
As always, a walk in the woods…Alone! Or, with a good friend.