Happy thoughts.

They get you through the day. They tell you, it'll be alright.
All the shit one has to go through in life, is suicidal. If only it were not for the happy thoughts.
Of all the mind numbing to the slightly uncomfortable situations that one has to confront every now and then, there is an escape. An escape of thoughts. The thoughts that drift in and out infrequently during the day and settle in when the night approaches.

Sometimes, they're the most simple of things that you know are true about you, and other times they're a conclusion of things that have happened to you. Either way, they keep you sane and breathing.

A walk in the sultry evening in front of the sea. An impulsive movie in the afternoon that turns out to be quite the mood lifter. A planned breakfast in the morning that doesn't go anywhere outside your imagined control. That spirited, personal dance in the shower that you're confident nobody can ever see. The little things.
Your kid cousin brother calling you to help him with a writing assignment. Your kid cousin sister calling you to tell you how pissed she is at her dog who bit her.
Your dear friend texting you to come outside and meet up cause he flew down from home to give you the effing surprise.

And just the knowledge that you are content with the going-ons in your life.
The future may not be sure, but the present certainly is.
In very few phases in your life, you think that what you have lived couldn't be better, and what you will live, won't be as good.
In such times, bliss is scarcely an option. It is the real.

Move along traveler,
this road is open.
it is dusty,
at other times, it is broken.

But there is no place for grief here,
so joy betides,
the smiles are steep here,
and the days unbroken.