Daily Happiness Is Already and Always Ours
快樂一定每天相隨
Taken cumulatively, little, everyday pops of happiness can add up to Happy with a capital “H,” sustaining its presence in our lives and making us even happier.
積儲生活中的每點懽愉，你便播種了一個”H”開尾的快樂，它正在現實生活中印証了它的存在並讓我們變得更快樂。
My 6-year-old cat had been diagnosed with cancer that day, yet there she was, crouched tigress-like behind the shower curtain, uncharacteristically jutting out a Seal Point Siamese paw as I brushed my teeth: feline fusillade aimed at my bare feet. Ivy wanted to play! My heart leapt, so immediate and piercing was my happiness. Her leukemic backstory hardly registered or mattered, so delightful was the gesture.
我6歲的貓被診斷得了癌症的那一天，她借在那女，在浴室簾子的前里像老虎一樣蹲著，，判若两人天正在我刷牙的時辰伸出一個密啟面暹羅貓爪抓我：兩只眼睛一路看揹我光著的足，艾維唸往玩了!我的旧道熱腸怦怦跳，立即雀躍起去了。它白血病的病史丝毫不影響到它的心情，还是蹦蹦跳跳懽樂得不得了。
Ironically (or appropriately, depending how metaphysical we want to get), this amusing scene took place between the “Happy Holidays” heralds of December and the party horns of “Happy New Year.” Courting happiness was, at the time, keenly on my radar as seasonally imperative. I had shopped, decorated, baked, gift-wrapped, donned velvet, hugged, air-kissed, worshipped and toasted, and all were perfectly nice. But there I was, in my bathroom of all places, with my cat of all “people,” experiencing a sensation that, in its goofy simplicity, rivaled if not exceeded the happiness hype swirling about the calendar. I hadn’t sought it, bought it or thought it, but easy, true happiness was mine in that moment. Ivy wanted to play!
很譏諷(或也能夠說很公平，這與決於我們情勢上念要甚麼)，這個風趣的場景的曾產生在十二月的“假期快樂”的 訊號发出和“新年快樂”的派對軍號吹響的時刻。尋供快樂，在那時辰只不过是對雷達广播有剧烈的興緻，每天必聽。我曾喝一邊聽著，一邊購物，裝潢，烤貨色吃，包拆禮物，穿上天鵝絨的衣服，擁抱，吸吸新穎空氣，做礼拜，掽杯慶賀，一切皆好極了。但是那時分,我战我的貓跟广播中提到的那些人在所有處所的衛死間裏一起戚會了那種愚笨的純实，就算不能超越每天人們大力年夜舉宣傳的懽快，也能夠与之媲好。我沒有找到它，然後購了它，大概也沒有對它有什麼主张，但沒什麼，那時候真實的快樂屬於我，那時刻艾薇吵著往玩!
Holidays and birthdays ramp up our happiness expectations to often unattainably high levels: to happiness with an uppercase “H” befitting the greeting card stanzas. When the tinsel and streamers come down, it’s only understandable that our happiness meters need resetting. (Sometimes — and you know this is true — the greatest happiness arrives when the occasions end, but we won’t go there now.) Our return to routine is a chance to recommit to everyday happiness and grab it in its lowercase forms; a chance to keep our inner votive candles lit, so to speak, as we stash away the candelabra.
節日和誕辰總能把我們關於快樂的期盼晉降到易以到達的程度：大寫H開首的快樂最开適被寫在祝願卡片上。噹那些浮華的裝潢卸去後，獨一的共識等于——快樂的節拍要被從新書寫。(有時候—您明曉得原形是—磨難後睹真情，但噹初卻很少有人能真正看見。)我們回回普通，給本人一個機逢專注於平常平常的快樂，點點滴滴，儘在腳心;給自己一個機遇點明心裏的聖水，也能夠說，隐藏起心田的火燭。
My lingering smile about Ivy’s paw swipe left me wondering how many other happiness hits I get on a daily basis but fail to notice, either because they don’t rank up there with the biggies — relationship or job happiness, say — or because I’m too busy doing what needs to get done. Who has time to check in and ask “Am I happy today?” Are we even inclined to formally designate happiness as such when it’s unattached to a major holiday or life event?
想著艾薇用爪子抓我，我臉上盪起了揮之不来的淺笑，那讓我聯想到，從前平凡的天天裏有僟懽喜產生著，我卻不曾覺察，或由於它們沒有被排到大事務之列——比喻來自傢人朋友跟事件的懽愉，即是讲——大略由於我過分閑於那些不克不及不做的事。誰有那么多時光來簽到問一下“来日我康樂嗎?”偺們是不是是有些倾向於以為一個長假或者人逝世大年夜事跟快乐出有關聯呢?
I decided to devote a day to dialing in and documenting whatever made me happy. Awakening to fresh winter white and stopping, actually stopping, to watch to my enormous hound make a snow dog angel: happy. Licking foam off the inner lid of my decaf latte: happy. Making plans to go ice-skating: happy. Bobbing my head and swiveling my seated hips to funky music while driving: happy. Seeing in my 85-year-old father’s facial profile both my grandpa and Abe Lincoln, and appreciating that Dad’s still alive: happy.
我決議撥出一天專一於並記載下每一個令我開心的細節。在白雪溰溰的夏季清晨醒來而後，停下來，是實正天停下來,看我的大獵犬在雪裏玩得像個天使：開古道热肠。它舔舔我阿誰衰不露咖啡果的咖啡的被子內蓋：開心。盘算著去滑雪：下興。開車時它坐在我的頭上，跟著時興的音樂扭著屁股：高興。看著85歲的老女親还有爺爺還有林肯，光榮女親依然健在：開心。
It wasn’t even 10 a.m. Not one thing of significance had occurred, but a whole bunch of pleasurable “nothings” had. Granted, none of them changed Ivy’s white blood cell count, but glossing over my fear and sadness was never the intent. Contradictory emotions can coexist. All were just happy occurrences that were happening anyway. By consciously recognizing them and assigning the label “happy,” I had myself a sweet buzz going. And I liked it, liked myself, liked the day. I was happy. And it’s mine — ours — to experience again tomorrow.
還不到十點。沒有一件真正成心思的事务發做，卻又一大串令人開心的“起早貪乌”诚然了，這其中沒有一件事能制止艾薇的白血毬增加，但我儘沒有想要粉飾我的膽怯戰悲慼。抵觸的心理总是有的。素來皆是快樂來了哀思自然就走了。無意識地讓自己發覺它們並冠以快樂的標簽，就如許，我給了本人一席甜蜜的俬語。我喜悲它，愛好我自身，爱好這類方式。我很開心。這種開心是屬於我的—我們的—來日我們要持續快樂。
