I was drifting off to sleep last night, and I started thinking about the physics and logistics of being happy, what it really entailed, like some totally bogged down human being. Then, out of nowhere, I felt something to the effect of: when you feel happy, don’t try to figure it out. Just go with it.
And with that, in a matter of milliseconds, a vision from the point of view of a swimmer on a clear, tropical day appeared, and a smiling–beaming–dark-skinned child cannon-balled into the brightest blue ocean. It came into my mind in such a snap-instant, without time for my consciousness to have possibly conjured it on its own.
I haven’t questioned it. It didn’t matter who he was or why I was seeing it, it just mattered that this is how true happy felt. It was an instruction to not fear or over-think, to just jump at the slightest hint of happy.