don't equate, juxtapose, collate or differentiate

I don't like that there is one word for happiness. Each moment brings with it potential for a joy that is different than any that has ever enveloped anyone. There is no comparing happiness.

Blessing

The sinews of her face pull into the position I know to be a smile. But not just a smile. Happiness. There is none greater than mine in this moment, as I see lips part to express pure joy. 

I never knew this happiness before this moment, and will never know this happiness again. I will find it new in every moment that succeeds this one. 

Fun. Beauty.

Life is fun. Fun and joy and happiness abound around our so serious lives. Stop. Live. Enjoy. 

Every green leaf in the so very boring bush besides the ugly gas station in which you work is positively the most beautiful thing that has ever been seen. Stop and see joy. The very most ugly brick building, where un-crude oil is dispensed in mass quantities to the unsuspecting public, is composed of tiny avenues for life to flow, even if this life is merely moss and lichen. 

There is no greater joy than the one that is available to you now. Just take it, without a worry, without a second thought.