On Happiness.

The best ideas come at brisk. It was Saturday and it was something inherently promising to be a fine day. Intimately sanguine. Maybe it was due to some distant memories which, I can't account for the how, emerged from the database of mine, contributing to viewing myself in a different light. Back to basics, one could say. It genuinely felt good to be in my skin. Perhaps the things which make me happy throughout the day [night including] may seem trivial to some. Nevertheless, it is the me who is under consideration here and hence no opinion of others is necessary. It follows then that in case with such subjective a matter, the joy generator may be of any sort one wishes it to be. Maybe it was due to my dreams. Tonight I dreamt about Word solution to meaning relation. Maybe it was due to my future plans, those concerning the O. to be precise. As I envisaged almost everything in my head, it felt nothing short of going or being there already. The reason explaining such state of facts can be attributed to my modus operandi - given I planed something, I'm hell bent on executing it, ergo it is so going to happen.