Everyone’s happiness is different.
A toddler’s could be learning that legs are much more useful than crawling.
For a teenager, that first kiss in a dirty movie theater watching a shitty Meg Ryan romantic comedy (wait, is she even still alive?).
For others (of the older generation), it’s watching a sun set over the Gulf of Mexico while dolphins breach the water’s surface for a quick breath of air. Listening to stories of whose knee is now replaced or whose grandchild is cuter. Gathering plastic chairs on the sand in with a cult-like ritual.
And to top it off, when the sun is finally set and the only remaining portion are the hues of yellow and pink blended with the evening’s clouds, happiness is applauding the view.
Thanking whatever higher power is responsible for the sight they’re given each evening.