On the way home this afternoon, I was engulfed in a sudden wave of happiness. And being self-aware added to my feeling of blissful satisfaction.
Was it because it’s the weekend? Perhaps.
Was it because I don’t have to face absurd project schedules, sorry-looking financial reports and budget constraints for another two days? Maybe.
Was it because of that nice bottle of whiskey in my trunk that I picked up on special at the liquor store? Why not?
Was it because of the that female serving assistant at the fast food joint that charmed me shamelessly while waiting for my order? Could well be.
Or was it a combination of all of these?
I can’t really say for certain. What I do know (or read somewhere) is that the feeling of happiness is really hard to pinpoint with any degree of certainty. It comes and goes with the wind… or without.
What I do know is that I’m going to ride that sucker for as long as I can. Hopefully the whole weekend through.
I do wish much of the same for you and more…
Lenny Says 
It has been my personal experience that happiness comes from a series of tears, blood, and sweat. And that the bottle of whiskey, the waitress, and the lack of work were simply catalysts to a chemical reaction of extended ecstasy in the mind. Much like the medieval ages came before the renessainse, and WW2 caused the great economic boom in America and a couple other, heavily-industrius countries. Happiness is not happiness, merely content with the current way of life: the way you are with yourself. Therefor, if you lack a good sense of self esteem, it is harder to enjoy prolonged periods of happiness. Sorry for the rant. It may not all be true, but it is why I have found on the topic of Happiness.
Yes, it’s a strange thing that. I mean, a terrorist could be totally happy with the body count after his latest attack. And that’s in no way a good thing. So happiness is pretty subjective.