Happiness could be something that is difficult to articulate, specifically for the cynic. And rightly so, the word describes a temporal state of being. One might take to heart, by which method, could joy be best attained. We could strive for happines or we can channel it by what we are already given.
I had become intrigued enough, by such a subject, to join the cast of a small film focused on transforming our destructive negative energies into something sustainable. As mentioned before, there is some strange connection with my personal life and the placement of my artistic endeavors, all alligned, it seems, in appropriate time and space by God.
Thinking on my own happiness, I've noticed that it has been building for quite some time now. Like life, it began with a cry. My happiness was made complete by my tears, by my willingness to suffer and by that I mean, as one should, face our battles head-on, face ourselves and begin to love what we see in the mirror.