Happiness is a great but weird feeling. We crave for it, it’s not constant and we miss feeling it when it’s not there. When the sun isn’t shining and the birds are not singing and we’re not better at facing the bad and the ugly of the day, we wish for happiness. But being happy helps you enjoy everything more, the simple pleasures as well. A dance class when you’re dead tired and can barely keep your eyes open. A text you only saw hours later, but still made you smile. A song (which is actually a sad one), a few pages in a book, coffee in the morning.I wonder if we’re able to find so much pleasure in simple things when we are not generally happy with our life.

And when we are happy…we can disregard so much! It’s not all perfect, some things could be improved, some calls would be better off not made, it’s not all exactly as we want it. But it’s generally want we need and want, what makes us sleep better, what keeps the monsters in our mind at bay for a while…

But the thing with the sad songs that you listen to smiling is one of the weirdest parts. Here’s for example one of my new favorites. And yes, I always smile.

The more frequent “yes” replies, the excitement for really boring chores, the increased strength, the will to try harder to make others happy. It’s all triggered by this feeling. Misery might love company, but so does happiness. It doesn’t just love it, it’s more like a virus, it needs to infect others as well.