Strange - based on everyone else's recollections, anyway. None of my happy moments followed an event where I did or accomplished something. They were just brief moments of emotion that I recognized in the moment as, "happiness". A few when I was a child, hidden away from everyone else in my grandmother's house / greenhouse / yard when I felt safe. Then fast forward to the past few years when I experience brief moments of realizing someone simply accepted me for who I am, with all my faults, in a positive way.
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“For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.”
―Carl Sagan