I could tell you about being invincible and feeling on top of the world. And the weather there, and the light, and the angles at which it shines up your day. I could tell you about the sudden drop that takes the happiness out from under your feet and lands you in the dreary hollows of your gut. And bile; how it feeds on you and breeds and drags you down. I could tell you about worthlessness and working hard and guilt. I could tell you about all of this, but I won’t. They are all things you already know. You’ve been through them before. I could whine about it. But then you’ve been through that before.
And so it is.
I have a theory, Zonk, that you are not truly happy. I may be wrong, I don’t know. Perhaps you’ve had a stellar day and you face is breaking from all the grinning. Maybe you got a job today, or a pay raise or a promotion. Or an unexpected cupcake with your coffee. Or maybe that person you’ve been in love with for so long walked up to you and kissed you and it felt so much like film that you thought it wasn’t real but it was. Perhaps you got new shoes today and they make your feet feel like flying. Or a haircut. I know how haircuts can make or break your day. But when whatever it is that’s making you happy goes away, tell me are you contented or are you unsatisfied?