“n. the moment you realise that you’re currently happy – consciously trying to savour the feeling – which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste” from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
It’s a word I am not sure how to pronounce correctly, but it perfectly describes the feeling that does wash over me from time to time, when there aren’t many distractions around you and you’re just “being-ing”. Being in that moment, being surrounded by your own thoughts and the perfect combination of whatever is happening, leading to the realisation you are just … happy. A happiness laced with contentment and sprinkled with peace.
Simple happiness, a rarity in the life we lead, even rarer in the memories we collect.
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