• I know I'm happy when my heart refuses to sit still within it's cage. When my cheeks hurt from pulling back the curtains to the play of my teeth. When every word I try to speak fumbles out beneath the sprinting of my giggles. When my finger comes up on instinct to wipe the tears that haven't yet passed my raised cheeks. I know I'm happy when I can't look at my friends without bursting out in joyous laughter at a silent joke like a lunatic.

    It may be a distant memory, but if you imagined yourself doing one or each of these things, you know true joy. So, I ask you: how do you know you're happy?