Happiness is a beautiful thing.

I remember feeling happy quite often when I was younger.  The warm, genuine type of happiness where you feel it from within.  It feels like a warmth that starts inside your chest, and slowly pulsates out towards your extremities.  You feel it simultaneously in your neck and upper arms as it emanates from within, slowly dispersing throughout your body.  Like magic.

Those times came naturally back then.  But now I find that I have to make them happen.  But that’s ok.   It’s a good thing.  It just means that when those happy times do happen I appreciate it that much more.