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Happiness | From The Commons
in essays by Virelya
A photo of someone sitting by a river.
A photo of someone sitting by a river.

I’m happy. Really happy.

It’s nothing like I expected. It feels mundane; normal; just baseline contentedness when “happy” has always been some blissful, unreachable feeling I’ve only ever glimpsed - the way a stereotypical homeless person, poor and decrepit, lays in front of a massive restaurant window in the wealthy part of a city, starving, staring at the warm, fat patrons inside.

Watching them stuff their faces, not even enjoying themselves; but from the ground it looks like they’r...

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