You Are My Sunshine, MY ONLY SUNSHINEEEEEEEEEEEE

Happiness.

If you Google it you get a boring definition.

"Happiness is a mental or emotional state of well-being characterized by positive or pleasant emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy." (-en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happiness)

But it's not something anyone can define on paper,

Define in a sentence,

Even sum up in a sentence. 

It's a feeling you get in your stomach.

Like a thousand smiling M-40s are going off and you're loving every second of it.

But what causes these explosions of joy?

For me, it's the sweet sounds of life.

I'm not going all hippy on you and saying,

"Hey man, the trees talk!"

I'm talking about every single sound I hear.

I'm half deaf and I'm going deaf.

[Pity goes here.]

So every sound I can hear is pure joy in my heart.

When I hear a symphony,

And the gongs pounding away,

A smile breaks across my face.

Even the everyday mumbles of being lost in a crowd

Is enough to make me wanna skip down the highway.

So what is happiness?

I don't know.

What's yours?

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