happiness - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Emmanuel Kant said, “Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination,” yet for me, happiness is not an ‘ideal,’ nor conjured by imagination, yet is a state of being that thrives when we are at peace within ourselves.
I still wait for the day when I can show the small beauties of life to someone, but there are no fools like me in this vast world. Perhaps they exist, yet they must be distant, enjoying the same sky with other eyes yet the same thought. I whistle with the birds that awaken from their sleep in the trees, letting my vision be painted white, yellow, and red. I checked my watch again, 5:30 am. Perfect. I let myself into the streets, admiring my own thoughts and the little wonders you see if you have the eyes of a poet.
The scent of the bread dough being uncovered from its rest and then molded and baked reaches me. Some stores begin to open their doors. I can almost hear the sound of coffee pouring into the mugs and the soft morning smiles of those who drink it.
It's almost imperceptible, those little felicitations few know how to enjoy and admire; I'm proud to say I am one who loves such things. Society, our modern world, is so worried about money, about work, about what other people will think of you, and simply forget about what happiness is. It's not only finding love, setting up your family, having money, or have the job of the dreams. It's just dreaming, believing in tomorrow and enjoying what you have now.
Find your moment in a mug of coffee, in the morning bread, in the pies and cakes that your grandmother makes especially for you... because she knows those are your favorites. A friendly hug, the way the breeze shakes the wheat crops, wake up every morning to admire the sunrise and, even if you can't see it, know that it's being seen by others and just imagine it as if it were in front of you.
I'd rather be called a fool than be like everyone else; I want to be a person that's worthy for others know and remember.
Happiness is in everything; I dare you to invite it in. It is in the rain, cool and fresh, just as deeply as the sunshine, for they bring forth different emotions. Happiness is enjoying the moment, being present for that gift that is living, and allowing it to become intense.
For me, there is something about chopping a home grown vegetable that soothes me to my soul; I listen to the sound as the knife cuts and then the metal meets the wood. I let my hands move slowly in the silence of the room, allowing random birdsong and windy gusts to infuse my mind. The earthy flavours develop an intensity, there is a burst of aroma with each cut and in the quietness within, I am happy.
Other times I burst with life in the joy of movement. I love to dance to vibrant music, loud and strong. I feel my limbs move with the beat, my mind enjoying the heady ride. There is something about cycling in the countryside, with or without music, in any weather, that invigorates me. There is part of this human animal that was born to move. To exert myself feels like freedom, there is pleasure in pushing myself to new levels. Yet to ride slow can be a chance to savour to the flow of the air the finer details of the trees, earth and birds. This is not the mantra to find the good in everything, not quite, for there are times of tragedy, but to enjoy what is good and to learn from the rest.
Pain is a chance to become more empathic, more sensitive to others in pain. Problems are an opportunity to innovate. In isolation we can think and let the creative mind spin new ideas. In unfulfilled expectations we can learn patience and understanding. In grief we can learn to cherish the gift of life each day. We can use our pain and fear to mature the mind and develop the soul. For how can the soul dance if it is hiding in the shadows? Thus, only the brave of heart can know true happiness. So, be bold, my love. Meet life as an equal.
"Happiness is an absence of all negative emotions, my love, and the presence of any positive one; that's why joy comes in so many wonderful flavours. It's also the reason that our commercial world is so miserable and empty; we are all intelligent enough to comprehend that whilst the lure looks like happiness, it is really a terrible imposter fashioned from greed, fear, vanity, sloth and selfishness. It's like at the end of the wizard of oz, when they peek behind the curtain to see a selfish little man peddling a creaking machine, what's seen can't be unseen.
Anything done for pure and positive motivation will fill you with happiness and begin healing, painful though that process can be. It's like waking from a nightmare to find you are really covered in bruises and cut by knives. Yet from this emptying of the negative, listening to the yearning of your own soul to love and nurture, serenity comes, joy comes, laughter comes."
"Charlie, without joy every sweet thing is bitter; cake is guilt, wind is cold, rain is depressing. With joy they are uplifting; cake is rich, wind is refreshing, rain is cleansing. Every small thing in life is a moment able to nourish the soul if we let joy in. Live with awe, humbleness, present in each moment and the gifts of life will fill you to the brim, so much that your joy will overflow and make better the lives of all around you."
Happiness is in the moment, the more focused the more intense, like a beam of light to the soul. And just as with well focused light, it is then we find better resolution.
So shall it stay put, a smile eternally stained upon my lips. My joy, my love, my laughter, my cheer. All will reach the ears of those who have forgotten the warmth of such harmonies. I will share it all. I will play life’s song, the swelling symphony that can mend any broken heart. No child will be left unsmiling.
Maggie lay back on the hammock, feeling herself swing for a while before coming to a stop. In the distance there was traffic, but far away enough not to bother her. She thought of her cell phone, sitting on the coffee table at home. Just last week that thought would have sent her into a near panic attack. But Jay swore that switching off for a bit would do her the world of good and she had to agree. She closed her eyes and drew in a lung full of the woodland air. She let the sound of birds fill her ears instead of the ticking of clocks. Here ten minutes was a long time and so the day stretched out like a small eternity. She couldn't stop bad things happening in the world even if she tuned into the news twenty-four-seven, it could only make her more anxious, more fearful. In her quiet contemplation she could think about love, the people she cherished and what was right with her life. She felt like God's whisper was in the trees. Once found this happiness would be easier to find again...
James sat back and let the happiness soak right into his bones. He wanted the feeling to still be there when he was old. He closed his eyes and savoured the moment, but never released his grip on the seemingly inconsequential piece of paper and ink in his hands. For the first time in forever his body and mind relaxed. In that moment there were no expectations upon him, no deadlines and no schedules to meet. He was in, he'd made it, he was a winner.
Happiness was elusive for Sarah. She could see it in the faces around her. They smiled and laughed with ease. They hugged hello and again for goodbye. They talked excitedly about movies and new lovers. They drank good wine and had an interesting hobby. Why not her? She enjoyed a joke but the corners of her mouth didn't twitch, she watched movies but never regaled the funny parts to colleagues, she did not hug - ever. The closest she came to happiness was winning on Team Fortress. But was that really just satisfaction?
When we are young and intense everything is felt so keenly. Love is deep, hate is strong, anxiety can cripple, sadness overwhelms yet happiness is overlooked unless it is the kind of giddy fun that bonds you to your friends. With age comes a mellowing for most, the feelings are all there but the dial get's turned down, and so the gentle sort of happiness that was disregarded in youth comes to the fore. The small pleasures of life take a more prominent role. You savour peaceful moments and learn to really cherish your loved ones. You can take pride in giving back and helping to guide the young.
For Carrie happiness is simple. It's hugs with her mama and playing "let's pretend," it's an uplifting story at bedtime and the knowledge that me and her mom have life all taken care of. Food is always available, she has a comfortable bed. She has friends to play with. We walk in the woods and splash in the stream. She doesn't care what the time is unless she's hungry. Sure, she throws a fit when her brain can't understand her world, I'm sure I still do that too. Sometimes she screws her face up and stomps her feet, goes red in the face and waves her hands, but then my tantrums don't look pretty either - not that she ever sees them. I want to learn from her how to be happy again, I want to see the world through her eyes. If you showed her a gold coin or a kitten and asked her to pick one, she'd take the silly cat every time. There's a simple wisdom there and I love it.
Benny flicked through the pages of the magazine, and as his husband watched, his scowl grew ever more pronounced. "What's up?" said Lionel. Benny closed it and curled it up into a tight tube, tapping it on his knee.
"Oh, it's nothing. Nothing. Say, you wanna go buy some protein shakes? We can hit the mall, get some new jackets, leather I think, shoes too." Lionel wasn't buying it, he knew Benny too well. But saying these things too directly rarely helped.
"Sure, Honey. Say, have you lost weight? You're looking good you know." Benny raised his eyes off the floor to meet Lionel's. He stopped tapping the magazine. His mouth twitched like he wanted to smile. "I can think of an awesome work out we can do together. Of course, if you'd rather go shopping?"
"A work out?" Benny gave up hiding his smile and grinned in a way that melted Lionel's heart every time. "I want to hear more..."
The least popular and gifted of her friends, Heidi had found more happiness than any of them. While they pursued glory she worked quietly on her own. While they would only consider the finest looking men she sought the one with the kindest heart. She had shunned a high flying career in favour of working days at an animal shelter and writing her stories by night. If it took ten or twenty years of practice she was willing to put in the time, how else could she tell the tales that dwelt in her heart? She had no uptown apartment or fancy car, and she had no more friends than she could count on one hand; but she was happy. She loved her job, her boyfriend and her tiny apartment filled with other peoples cast offs. It was eclectic, vibrant, and all hers. She had the freedom to create entire worlds and populate them with characters, creating conflicts only to solve them in her own surprising ways. For Heidi happiness would never come from a store, unless it was a store selling her books...
My sister always said that happiness is like a soda. It's sweet, fizzy, and doesn't last very long. You have to enjoy happiness before it goes flat. So I did the logical thing and drank soda every day so that I could be happy. Now I have cavities.
The happiness is infectious. It starts as a tingle in my fingers and toes, much like the feeling I have when I'm anxious, but instead of worrisome it's warm. I feel it pass through me like a warm ocean wave, washing away the stress of my day to leave me refreshed inside. As the wave fades I savour the memory of its gentle touch. The feeling is a blissful evocation of time spent with you on the beach. How I loved those days when we walked on the sand and simply talked, laughed and made silly jokes. Those were the days my love, and I enjoyed every minute.
Grandmother tipped back her silver head and roared with laughter. Eric looked at her with surprise, the advert wasn't even funny. "Gran, what on earth are you laughing about now?" She turned her wizened head, and smiled.
"Oh, well, it was ridiculous! Did you see how 'happy' they all were?" Eric wasn't sure where the old girl was going with this one. Wasn't everyone happy in the adverts? No-one's going to buy a car if everyone looks like they just lost a pound and found a penny.
"Yeah, Gran, but you laughed like it was the best joke you ever heard! You're even crying!"
"Eric, tell me about a time you felt happy."
"When Terry came over for a playdate last week and we ate pizza, that was awesome." Gran nodded. Now how about when you opened your Christmas gifts. Compare them. Were you happy then?" Eric sighed, she was getting battier by the minute.
"'Course I was happy, it was Christmas wasn't it!"
"Think back to that moment when you looked at your pile of gifts and over at your sisters. In that moment was it the same kind of feeling you had when Terry came to play?" Eric frowned. He'd felt a little put out at the time, he'd thought Samantha had gotten the better deal. Come to think of it, didn't she always? Probably Mom had spent more money on her, that was probably why. But it wasn't good manners to whine, maybe then he'd get less next year.
"OK, Gran, there is a difference, but I like Christmas and I like presents, what's your point?" Gran sighed, perhaps Eric wasn't in the right mood for this lesson. But she'd tell him anyway.
"Eric, you bold, beautiful, wonderful boy. Good things feel good. When it doesn't feel good, there's something wrong. I don't know what you were feeling at Christmas, only you do. But bad feelings come from envy, jealousy, greed, emotions like that. We all have them, and they're useful. They let us know when we're on the wrong track." Eric smiled though his mind was already on his computer game, he had zombies to kill...
Happiness is like a radio signal that is loud one moment then gone the next. It is not always accompanied by laughter, although laughter is good. Not only is happiness unpredictable most of the time, it often is a complete surprise. Happiness may last for a long while, or it may pelt us with brief flashes. We could feel it at the unexpected sight of a loved one, or at the brilliant sunset over the trees in the late evening. We may seek happiness, but it usually is a by-product. Happiness usually happens as we take action and we are on the move. We always open the door for happiness, even for a brief moment. When we are low, that brief moment of happiness can create a emotional mountain of relief.
Right when Keisha was about to give up, right when she was about to let go of the dwindling ray of hope that flickered dangerously inside her, the blanket of blackness was replaced by bursts of light that pierced through the darkness. It was like the heavens had given Keisha another chance to live her life right, and her heart soared, mending itself once more. She was saved! Waves of happiness and relief washed over her, and she felt it soak right into her bones. Dizzy with exaltation, she closed her eyes and savoured the felicity that fizzled in her heart.
Don't go around looking for happiness. Stay carefree, love, enjoy life, and happiness will come looking for you...