Can you guess where I store all the happiness I’ve accumulated over the years? It’s not under the bed. It’s not stuffed into a big brown envelope and hidden in the attic. It’s not in a Swiss bank account. It’s not even in my heart.
The truth is there is no store for happiness. Happiness isn’t something we can store or accumulate or save for a rainy day. It’s just there in the moment.
It might come from a smile, or a ray of sunshine, or a happy memory, or anticipation of something yet to come. Some say it comes from within, but a little external assistance can help too.
Wherever it comes from, enjoy it while it lasts. Better still, share it with someone and enjoy it together.