When one pulls one’s self out of a state of depression, happiness is that much sweeter. An elixer that can leave one drunk on its powerful energies. The drudgery of the daily grind will often wear down on me, but hope glimmers brightly at the end of the darkened tunnel. A new job, a new relationship, a big move to a new town? Perhaps. But perhaps I should be focusing more on the joys that are already around me. The smells of spring just coming into bloom. A sleeping cat that murps softly when touched, soaking in the sun and curled so tightly in repose that his tail covers his nose. A wonderful book which pulls me into another land using only its few tools of wonderous words and a stout colorful jacket by which you truly can judge its contents. Music, that most universal of healers, raiser of spirits and conjurer of all things possible if you just listen closely enough, flowing from my own fingertips. I have happiness now, may I just keep remembering it and holding on to it when the world starts to weigh me down.