What Is Happiness?

We like to think we know what is happiness, but it is actually a slippery eel in our grasp. If we have to think about it, is it really happiness or just illusion thereof. Are we like Faust waiting for the moment where we can cry out for the world to stop, it is fulfilling us? Happiness may not be a puppy or a warm gun or a day in June. Happiness may be when we do not even need to ask.

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About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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