After
reading an article from The Atlantic about how our definition of happiness changes with age, I know there are certain things that have and will always
make me happy:
Happiness
means having a pleasant conversation, however brief and whatever the subject
may be, with someone whose company I enjoy but don’t see as often as I’d like.
Happiness
comes from receiving unexpected notes of appreciation from those who don’t
normally express those sentiments because I know then that they’re writing in
earnest.
Happiness is receiving a warm hug from someone you care about for the first
time, even if to say farewell.
What does happiness mean to you?
Me (left) and my sissy (right) at Philly's Love Park |
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