Apparently it's possible to be happy no matter what. Be it listening to (tripping on, actually) the most awesome music being played live at point blank range on the beach, or lying alone in a hospital bed with a dislocated shoulder, alternating between crying with pain and moving my good arm to the tune of music still playing in my head, and everything in between and beyond. I don't know how to explain it. Is it because i'm on vacation? Is it because i'm surrounded by awesome people? Is it because i feel loved and trusted? I don't think so.
i think it just is.