Happiness is boundlessly weird. Other people's choices often seem to delight them, where I would run screaming.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I believe happiness is a choice. Some days it is a very difficult choice.
Happiness is not something that just comes to you. It's an active process.
Scientifically, happiness is a choice. It is a choice about where your single processor brain will devote its finite resources as you process the world.
Happiness is mostly a by-product of doing what makes us feel fulfilled.
What we call happiness in the strictest sense comes from the (preferably sudden) satisfaction of needs which have been dammed up to a high degree.
Happiness is not a brilliant climax to years of grim struggle and anxiety. It is a long succession of little decisions simply to be happy in the moment.
Actual happiness is sometimes confused with the pursuit of it; and the most mindless and crass how-tos can get jumbled in with the modestly useful, the appealingly personal, and the genuinely interesting.
Happiness is a light, an atmosphere, an illumination. It sets a personality. I always feel that it is a creation that is difficult for some and easy for others, but essentially an achievement, never an accident.
Happiness must be cultivated. It is like character. It is not a thing to be safely let alone for a moment, or it will run to weeds.
Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.