You rest when you die - get back to work.

Hapiness is a warm smoking gun...

...and that pretty buck i bagged a few weeks ago after spending 2 cold days in the mountains

ah okies...if thats what you think so that can make good to your body, then go on.

True Happiness is being happy with what you have.

yah right...are you married?

happiness is overrated.

this thread is getting creepy

My wife and I were out and she overheard someone talking about puppy breath as something wonderful and evoking happy memories.

She asked me if I had ever heard of that and I had to agree: yes, I have fond memories of the uniquely happy smell of puppy breath from when I was a kid (as opposed the funk of older dog breath). My wife thought that this was the grossest thing she had ever heard.

Back to the original topic:

This past weekend, spent it with my girlfriend in Boston. At some point late Saturday night I woke up and was staring at the ceiling. She rolled over and put her arm around/over me. I laid there for a couple minutes and at that point I didn't have a single worry in the world, and I was content with everything in my life.

One of those John Kusack moments I guess, like in High Fidelity.

i just had a harvey's burger!

and my hot chocolate is devine!

Closed another deal with new clients.....Y-e-e-e-s-s-s-s!

Saturday morning.

true happiness is a lie
having no worry is a lie

they only last for a minute - which makes all the other minutes miserable in comparison.

face it, misery is there and it will always be there, along with happiness too, so really, you can never be truly happy.

then go kill yourself and stop breathing my air

true happy ness doesnt last. its a moment in life.
dont take it the wrong way.

...getting paid overtime for a sunday's work!

eating a cookie!

having an idiot contractor try to make me look bad and being able to turn right around on him and show how stupid he is. Yeah, take that beotch!

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...team canada's juniors!!!!

this is the biggest post I never responded to...is it that subconcsiously I'm NOT happy? I'm not content, but I don't think I'm happy either - always seem to find a reason why not. I'm not sad though, lonely...a touch neurotic and thus depressed some days worse than others. I'm not on drugs, so that's good. I have my health and teeth I have work just fine - I can chew meat. I'm not dead. I write sad poetry - the only ones I seem to know that aren't architecture related. Hmmm

I'm here...but don't want to depress the world by saying that as I'm still clueless as to what happiness means to me...Buddha ibid/ says "...the journey useless difficult and with strife is not truly with meaning."

sheesh! true happiness this way lies ..

wow, that's a very good question...but same here travel makes me happy..and the most simplest things in life which is the act of kindness...

Last week, showing some sketches to potential clients for a big job, hearing them say this is different from anything else we've seen, in a good way...

... they haven't made a decision yet. So we'll see how that goes.

Happiness is realizing that nothing really matters in the big picture of the universe, resisting wants and our desire for a power and position and becoming a curious observer in the world is real happiness... our lives are short and small, to be anything but happy is insanity.

happiness is when you feel nothing but peace within...

Summer 2010, spent six weeks at a language program in Poland. Beautiful woman everywhere, cliff diving, adventure every night. For those six weeks nothing else mattered.

in an otherwise underwhelming week, sometimes happy is just finding new music that you slowly - on repeated listens - start to really love. 

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!   That is after spending the day on a ladder, painting steel sash windows.....and closing out the day with a brewski!   I have spent the last five days repairing, scraping and painting cause the weather has been excellent.  I have been waiting to do this all year long, cut either work or weather always managed to get in the way.  Oh the People cutting my glass know me by first name. When I call in they just  laugh cause they know I'm an Architect.