Day 37.

What else could you need in life if you have a French press, a group of talkative, thoughtful friends, and room for everyone to sit? Okay, so humans may need a few other things, but for this hour I can't think of anything more lovely than the scene described above. If I was there, with that group of nameless friends, I would pose to them a question, a question on happiness to be less vague. For I can't help but wonder what exactly happiness is. Is it sipping a warm cup of coffee while watching the sunrise or dancing crazily in a thunderstorm while the sky is pouring rain? Could happiness be listening to wonderful music while driving to nowhere for hours or staring at some sort of industrial scene and being overcome with appreciation and awe for all man has been able to do? Is happiness surrounded in solitude, the masses, or small groups of friends? Is it just the release of endorphins or other chemicals in our brains? Is it universal? Or does happiness simply mean being content.....  If that is true, what does it mean to be content? Is contentment getting what we want? What if we don't know what we want? Or is contentment being satisfied with what we have?

I'm not sure if I know what happiness is or what it means to be happy. I feel happy when I experience joy and feel loved and cared for.

I had this conversation with someone who seemed to think that happiness is having a core value or something important to us at our core satisfied in some shape or form, which would be universal.

I just asked another person what happiness is and the individual said, "I don't know what happiness is...It is the opposite of sadness. It brings joy. It is rainbows and butterflies. It is beating up people who make you unhappy and angry. Happiness is blue."