What It Is To Be Happy

“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”
― Sylvia Plath

I would dare add family to that list as well.

I am happy.

And everything else that ever was- discontent, doubt, uncertainty, the past life chock full of unknowns- has all been washed away into nothingness. Gone. Not even a faint memory. I long for nothing of that life and all of it has washed down the river, carried out in the current, the ever constant flow of a forward moving life.

I chose/choose/chase happiness.

This is what is is to be happy.