On happiness

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. 

And happiness for other people entails embracing the change, however unsettling, when they depart from our normal routine for greener pastures among those infinitely more deserving of their many talents.

What does happiness mean to you?

Me (left) and my sissy (right) at Philly's Love Park