Happiness is U-shaped, like the back of a toilet, a German submarine boat, or the letter U
Illustration by Phil Hackett
Illustration: Phil Hackett for the Guardian
Bridget Christie
Bridget Christie
Saturday 5 December 2015 06.00 GMT
Last modified on Sunday 6 December 2015 13.35 GMT
Just lately, I’ve been worried about my ability to experience happiness – to revel in the inherent joy of things without being immediately bogged down by the profoundly depressing quagmire that is current world events. And my laundry basket.
For example, there is a criminally cute little robin that regularly comes into my garden around this time of year and pretends to look for worms. (One year he’ll drop the facade and just ask me outright if he can be on the Christie family Christmas card, and I’ll oblige, but for now I’m enjoying the bantz.) When I first see him, my heart sings, but within seconds I wonder how long it will take for him and his ilk to become extinct as a result of climate change, or blown up for his libertarianism.
http://www.theguardian.com/culture/2015 ... melancholy