I might be happy running in the woods, staring at a sunset or listening to choral masterpiece. Sometimes it might be basking in the glow of some accomplishment: but that doesn't last. There's greater pleasure in performing some task well. Reveling in the mastery of some human faculty. Or more simply: in making someone else's day.
Mostly I think I'm happiest, when I'm most self forgetful. When I just enjoy being, without introspection. When my focus is external to myself.
Is this just me?
What about you?
And what does this tell us about humanity?
