Happiness, not an infectious disease, but I’ve heard it is contagious.
Seems like an amusing idea, until we think about people experiencing the other end of that spectrum – not necessarily experiencing tragedy, but when life is harsh and painful from their perspective that makes it hard for them to feel good. Hard for them to smile.
Happiness is like shine on your apple.
Polishing doesn’t make that apple taste better, but seeing that shine makes us feel better.
Apples get consumed just the same.
That’s what apples are for.
We aren’t food for our friends and neighbours like that apple, but we become something more for them, give something more to them, when we are that shine.
Our shine might be the only brightness in someone’s day.
Sometimes, the only brightness in our own day.
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 7C/45F (weatherman says this is our mild days are nearly done), early/dark/stars, Gusta enjoying the smells, I was enjoying the crunch of frozen grass – great traction. The middle of the night is so full of solitude, I cannot imagine getting more than ‘all’ of it.