Happiness is

Everyone dreams differently.  What I want others wouldn't have if it were handed to them on a plate and vice versa.

That's the fine art of living, taking the day dreams I nibbled on during long boring lectures and lazy afternoons at twelve and turning them into concrete experiences.  It couldn't happen in my twenties because I hadn't even had time to taste the appetizers in life yet, but by the time sixty appeared?

Dessert was on the table!

It didn't cost much cause it was homemade and that's why it was so perfect.  Custom made exactly for my life.  That's the secret to happiness, I think.

Being happy with what is.