Happy the man.

Some time ago I had a day, I was feeling particulary happy. That day FOR THE GOOD TIMES basically produced itself. It’s something mellow and very simple, not very artistically brilliant.

I had my reasons why I was doing so fine. 3,5 reasons to be exact. (I only gave score of 0,5 to one, because it was so tightly connected to another reason)

That’s rare, man! Usually happiness is more like absence of misery. Or it may be formed from nuggets of micro-happiness.

Almost anything can trigger a dose of micro-happiness. Really warm & comfortable woolen socks, given/received politeness or when a small baby in a pushcart looks at you in a grocery store & smiles.

Sompong. That’s a good one.

Peace & love.