The true treasure of man.
People search their lives for the key to it,
Desperately looking for some big secret.
But they will never find it, though they try with all their power.
The harder they search, the further it slips away,
Like grappling for soap in a hot shower,
Getting more out of reach with each futile day.
Why? It’s simple.
There is no real key.
Happiness lies in the little things.
The more you look for it, the less you see
Happiness is fuzzy socks on a cold day,
it is the warmth of the hearth on Christmas night.
Happiness is the wind in your hair as you whip down a
Rollercoaster, exhilarated and screaming with joy and fright.
Happiness is the beautiful, echoing note singing out of a french horn.
Sweet and pure, so dainty! Like a rose without a thorn.
You can feel it in the tide that laps against your toes,
You can smell it in the breeze that brings sea salt to your nose!
Happiness is inside jokes with a friend,
Laughter that never seems to end.
Happiness is the brilliant blue expanse of summer sky,
Laying on your back watching clouds drift by.
Happiness is the sugary, mouthwatering cookie dough
As you lick it from the spoon, laughing at the warning with a defiant glow.
Happiness is singing your heart out to a song,
Dancing around the room, feeling so free,
So deliriously joyful that your heart just might burst
As you hit the perfect note while you sing along.
That golden glow of happiness that we crave so dearly
Is found not by one specific thing,
But by all the little moments that clearly
Make life worth living.