🌱 Happiness Is Not Complicated

People love to philosophize happiness into something abstract, expensive, or performative.
That’s nonsense.

Happiness isn’t a grand achievement.
It’s a moment where your nervous system finally exhales.

🌸 African Violets in Bloom

There is something quietly radical about a plant that blooms indoors, on its own schedule.

No applause.
No validation.
Just colour, life, and persistence.

My African violets don’t care about productivity, success, or anyone’s opinion.
They bloom anyway – and somehow, that’s enough to make me smile.

Murphy is a small grey Shorkie with floppy ears and zero interest in human drama.

A toy? Best day ever.
Snow? Absolute magic.
Five minutes of play? Peak existence.

He doesn’t ruminate.
He doesn’t perform happiness – he inhabits it.

And frankly, he’s better at being alive than most people.

Watching my goofy dog bounce through snow reminds me of something important:

Joy is not something you earn.
It’s something you allow.

People who demand justification for joy are usually the same people who forgot how to feel it.

I bought a little Tiffany-style lamp shaped like a dog.
It looks exactly like Murphy – goofy, happy, unapologous.

It’s not a statement piece.
It won’t impress guests.

But every time I turn it on, I smile.
That’s the metric that matters.

Happiness lives in simple things because simple things are honest.

No power games.
No hierarchy.
No cruelty.

If someone dismisses that as “small” or “naive,” they’re not sophisticated — they’re disconnected.

A blooming violet.
A grey dog with floppy ears.
A warm light in the evening.

That’s not settling.
That’s clarity.

And clarity, it turns out, is one of the rarest forms of peace.