THE WEIGHT OF HAPPY
No, not the first of seven dwarfs. Sure, he was a lump.
I’m talking about Happy – the emotion, the state of being happy. The one that is immeasurable according to the pall bearers of joy. Their shoulders cannot lie.
Or can they? Happy is a complex condition. It is also rarely whole for more than a millisecond. Weighing happiness is akin to throwing a mercury dart at the treble twenty. Just as you think you’ve got it there in the palm of your soul, it evaporates into thin something or other.
As a remedial scientist, I think there may be another way to weigh happy. Not in weight, but in mass. And not in mass in the conventional sense as density, but mass in its radiant quality.
Still with me…because I’m not. Keep going into the blindness of hope.
Mass as atmosphere. Mass as aura. Mass as good times. Now, we’re talking mass language.
Happy can be measured in its contagiousness. As it passes from one person to another, it has two options. To fade or to build.
As my energy fades, I kneel before you all and wait to see if a post will arrive and take this Olympic flame somewhere new, somewhere happier.
Or whether, sadly, this is:
The Elegy Of Happy.
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