Just as there are a variety of killer outfits you could put on this week, there are many versions of being happy. What worked best with your lipstick smile yesterday might not match the shade of your mood today. What works best for your friend might not work for you. But that doesn’t mean it’s not a perfect fit. You see it all over the Internet when you search for quotes about happiness – all the different styles of approaching that one human feeling.
Leo Tolstoy offered happiness as a choice: “If you want to be happy, be.” Ayn Rand defined it as purpose: “Achievement of your happiness is the only moral purpose of your life.” And a lot of us are still working on defining it. For some, happiness is climbing the career ladder and working late nights and weekends to get what they want. For others, it’s the second they step outside their office door and let go of the stress of the job. For some, it’s being a stay-at-home mom – devoting days to carpools and creative lunches and playground play dates. For others, it’s eternal devotion to one true love.
My favorite style of happiness is the sweet, fleeting moment.
It’s the last-minute lunch with a girlfriend at Taco Boy, where you both lean back, lazing in the hot sun, sipping frozen mango margaritas. It’s the moment before your taco orders arrive, when you’re both doubled over laughing and you can’t get a grip.
It’s the drive from downtown to Mt. Pleasant to get your errands done. It’s the moment you cross the center of the Ravenel Bridge in your car, windows down and hair whipping, when your line of sight is filled with nothing but sea and sails.
It’s the day you can’t make it to your regular yoga class and throw your mat down on the beach because who cares who sees? It’s the moment you dig your hands into the sand, balancing, your body having no other need than to breathe, your toe-tips reaching for nothing but blue.