Some people say happiness is the smile of a child, or a butterfly (thank you Mr. Thoreau), or two lovers walking on the beach, hand in hand, watching the sun set.
With all due respect, especially to Henry David Thoreau, those kind of saccharine musings make me think the people spouting them are full of crap.
Happiness, you see, is when your friend comes back from a break and brings you a large iced chai on a hot, humid, muggy day -- and not because you requested it, but because he knows you like it and he just did it.
That, my friends, is happiness.
*Happiness can also be the resident who asks you what kind of ice cream and toppings you'd like, just because she's headed that way.
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