I talk about happiness as a warm, clean sweater

I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.'”

Kurt Vonnegut is a clever man, full of succinct ideas and compact thoughts. But his uncle one-upped him with one line (it may appear on your screen as two or maybe even three lines).

Happiness demands recognition. Because if you don’t realize you’re happy wearing that warm sweater, the moment immediately descends into the next cycle, hoping to receive its deserved time of day the next time you put on a warm, clean sweater.

They say that for every bad thing you say to someone about them, you must build them back up with seven good things. Perhaps the reason, the main reason, the only reason, this is true is because they allow all seven of those good things to come only from others when it is entirely possible to give themselves seven or eight or a million good thoughts to counter the occasional bad one if they would only stop and smell the damn sweater.