I’m sitting on the bus. My commute to class is the same as any other day. I drive to the bus stop, wait in the shelter, smile at those waiting near me. The bus arrives and I jump on. Say good morning to the driver and pick a seat. A normal day in my world. My favorite song comes on and I feel my heart beat fast. I imagine all my goals and ambitions, the friends I will see, the projects I will work on, the lives I want to change. I am so happy.

The next day the same song plays and it doesn’t feel the same.

Happiness is random.

Somedays we feel it in the smallest things- the first sip of coffee and in others we can’t seem to find it even when we know we should.

We don’t need extravagant occurrences to feel happiness.

We can feel happiness through a sound, a thought, a gesture. In the vastness of a body of water or in the page of a book.

What a strange but beautiful thing.