Happiness is...

sneaky and elusive, it turns out

Are you happy? I ask because I’m currently not sure what happiness really means. Is it a near-constant feeling of everything being pretty much alright, a sense of gratitude for what you have or a truly giddy (but fleeting) amount of pure joy? Growing up, I thought happiness was something you received as an adult, along with a bank account and pubic hair, but when I think about happiness now, I see it in the rearview mirror. This sounds more depressing than I mean it to! I just realise I see a lot of happiness in past moments which at the time, I might not have labelled as such. Perhaps that’s the rose tinted glasses of nostalgia, or maybe it’s just that happiness is a huge and ambitious term which we hesitate to use in the moment itself. Maybe I’m happy right now and I just don’t know it yet?