Happiness is like beauty. It’s hard to define for an outside person, isn’t it? It’s hard to say what is happiness. Happiness to me is contentedness with what’s happening in this very moment. It’s the loss of desire for change from what is happening now. It’s the ability to say, “I’m okay now”. It’s the ability to lose the stupid Western idea of optimism. Optimism is one of the worst things you can have, because it’s agreeing that now is not as good as it might become. Happiness is acceptance of this breath I’m taking now.