

Happiness is riding my motorcycle alone on a long twisty road with a beautiful view.
Hearing my bike scream as I work through the gears hunting for the next apex, the next exit, accelerating out of a turn and setting up for the next braking zone.
The world ceases to exist and I simply flow.
Happiness is my son yelling out dad as he sees me and he runs to hug me. It’s his laughter as we race around, its his curiosity and glowing smile as I show him a new bug, as he pets a dog, or eats new food.
Happiness is my wife cuddling up to me on a cold night, safe and satisfied with the life we have built together.
Happiness is knowing my work matters, that I have done it well, and improved my community and country through my effort. It is the sweat on my brow and the sun on my back after a hard days labor. Or my weary eyes, grainy from staring at a monitor and the satisfied grin as I evict an attacker from a network.













Flowers are the genitalia of the plant so not really kicking them in the face as such