someone who actually knows what the hell you're talking about, instead of pretending to understand how you feel.
knowing where your next meal is coming from and not having to worry about there being one. having a roof over your head and knowing it'll be there tomorrow. fresh oj with an eyedropper full of green dragon that makes the pain stop a hammock, a cool breeze on a cool day, with a moonshine and lemonade waking up before she does and feeling her curl up more against you laying awake, but calm, feeling her breathe the warm forest-floor smell of compost and worm castings walking outside and picking a tomato to eat in the next 5 minutes when the storm in your head is quiet for a few minutes listening to the rain falling on the roof, and the 'not too close' thunder a warm bath in a tub that fits. (being 6'6" and 225 pounds, that's rare, and a shower just.. doesn't do it) the cat laying on your chest and purring a crockpot roast beef dinner, with potatoes and carrots and tiny wee onions cornbread with sage and whole corn and lots of butter feeling safe and secure in your home not being homeless a bowl of fresh strawberries, diced, with a sprinkle of sugar and a shot of good rum drizzled over cold air to breathe, but a warm blanket the smell of a book the color of candlelight or an olive oil lamp the roll of dice when you and your friends are playing a pnp rpg going to bed at the end of a long day, with the warm soreness that comes from working, not the pain of arthritis seeing her smile feeling her slip up behind you and rest her head on your back being able to trust that she won't abandon you or cheat on you napping in the cool root cellar during the middle of the day heat seeing the glistening amberlike jewels of worm eggs when you sift through the castings not feeling lonely a fresh from the oven buttermilk biscuit eskimo kisses watching the wind in the tall grass the first chilly day of fall and a cup of hot chocolate belonging home
or just a beach....... Happiness is knowing one's own true worth.......and I know mine... not monetary or anything like that....of course....but internal...what i or one stands for.
Happiness ain't always about sunshine; happiness is putting on a smile and taking off your shoes and dancing barefoot in the rain just like you did when you were a kid.
All 4 of my girls look amazing coming back from the groomer. They don't smell like dogs either, they smell like an open jar of strawberry jam.