What is happiness?

After #79 posts you'd figure that I'd have done everything interesting I could, but wait, there's more! In a flash of minor inspiration I wrote a poem tonight, and it was so rare - how often do you find uncommercialised happiness these days? - that I wanted to share it.

Happiness is a country

where we all live forever,

and fear and anger

are intellectual concepts only.

Happiness is a feeling

where you really don't want anything

except another hug

and the endless future.

Happiness is a rainbow

in the sky overhead

and the promise of rain - 

the kind which brings life.

Happy is how I want to feel,

every day and forever...

whichever comes first.

Happiness is like lightning at night.

There, but gone too quickly.

Rare. Amazing. Beautiful.

Happiness is a journey well-lived,

not a destination.

Happiness is blowing out the candles,

and daring to wish, just one more time.

I am happy.

As the world's smallest cog,

I have the Universe at my feet.

All I want is

a moment more to enjoy it.

Happiness is not a TV advert

with smiling people,

'happy' about chicken wings or toothpaste.

Happiness is seeing the difference,

and hoping upon a star,

that against endless negativity,

a flash of shared humanity,

will spark a smile in the most unlikely place,

and absolutely everything,

will be alright.