Very occasionally, we get a glimpse of what it might be like to be truly happy.
Maybe it's late at night on a summer's evening; perhaps we've just recovered from an illness.
We might have been deeply affected by a book or a piece of music and have gone on a walk on our own through the city or the countryside.
And suddenly a hugely mysterious thought descends on us: what if we didn't always have to be as sad and as anxious as we usually are?
What if we could more properly appreciate the beauty and the potential that lie all around us?
What if we noticed the trees and the interesting faces of strangers?
What if we allowed ourselves to connect more deeply with people around us?
What if we let go of our normal reserve and suspicion and fear?
What if we surrendered to loving and to being loved?
We intimate a possibility of joy on a vastly different scale to that which we ordinarily countenance.
