
I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul --Victor Hugo
via flickr.com. Today, I reflect on the above quote by Victor Hugo, and its poetic way of linking ideas of gratitude and happiness.

On the day I was born, it rained forever. Last year, I was annoyed. Today, I connected the experience with a surprising story ** (see footnote) and felt happiness-- the free kind. Happiness is free when it comes effortlessly. It feels casual and soft. Yet--amazingly deep.
A moment of free happiness comes easily by exercising gratitude. My "Why Use Posterous - Reason #9" post will be out Monday (see Reason #10). The post will explore the idea of keeping a gratitude journal using Posterous.

Simple and immediate gratitude: seeing a rainbow between downpours.

Happiness comes from the sharing of laughs.


Or acting on a friend's suggestion. Thank you, Jeff, for recommending Matchbox,

because happy moments come from seeing pizzas prepared oven-baked before our eyes.

Happiness is free when we are grateful of people's good wishes. Thank you Marie for raving about the sliders.

Or... from a silly face?

Or from conversations turned geeky. Here Sohit explains his facebook app Diditz. Oz poses in thought so as to not ruin the real deal just moments earlier.

Happy moments that are free yet deeply felt. And they can super random.

Random moments teach us how to be genuine, or close to genuine--like a candid moment captured before a pose.

There is also hysterical laughter.
Thank you to Simon, Laura, Jeff, Sohit, and Oz for making it out yesterday--another year under a downpour (see last year). Dawn, Jonathan, Pete, Claire, Patrick: thank you for your efforts to attend and sorry for the logistical mess! And thank you all for the nice words on Facebook. I am happy to have you in my life, for free.
** FOOTNOTE **
My mother calls me and tells me what I had never considered about the day I was born: her day! Her immediate worries; her recollection of the day as lived. Common ideas of childbirth, of motherhood, were along my thinking. Fabricated ideas!
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