Happiness for me is the fleeting smile which lits up your face when you think of a good memory, the joy you feel when you put your hands in your pockets and find money, the glow which fills you when you are complimented, watching the sunset from your window, the stream of endearments which your mom uses to call you, the way your fathers’ chest swells up when he talks of your accomplishments are some of the moments in which I feel I am happy. We feel happy in the simplest of things, only we may or may not show our happiness to the world. Sometimes it is just a feeling of contentment deep inside our heart and sometimes we actually start smiling.
"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called. ~A.A. Milne
