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I can’t say I felt all that comfortable standing there, not doing much. Trying to entertain their oldest by playing cars with him. But when it was time to go and we started dancing, that’s when the fun kicked in.
I don't know when it will be snatched away from me and I want to make sure I  wring out every last bit of happiness out of every day. I most often find joy when I am not looking for it. It comes with a beautiful sunset, the sound of waves, seeing others have fun. I know it's second hand luxury bags cliche but it's really just being present and looking around.

I'm satisfied, connected and joyful. I haven't had to travel far and its virtually free. I don't need much to feel this level of joy and l can tap into it anytime. My peek at full-blow joy comes in quick flashes as I sit with my dying friend.
I have never been so bitter, so angry, so despondent with the world these past few years.The other morning, after a particularly bleak visit to the social security office, I was sat on the bus home, forced to be patient with my anger and sadness. From the window I saw an older lady sat on a busted step in an old industrial park, an old golden retriever with a vet's cone around it's neck sat by her side, laughing on a video call to who knows who. We passed the local bus that transports the old and less able to where they want or need to be, and inside sat a solitary old man, in total and solemn dignity, and I wept again with joy. Joy at the abundance of life, at the warmth of it, and how it is all there to behold, if only I have the patience.

My undisputed source of joy are cats. Followed by live music, live music with friends, a cold beer on a hot day, a cold beer on a hot day with friends! Dancing, singing, although that is not particularly joyful to someone else ears. Acts of kindness, given and received.
They are the memories of insignificant and miserable days I have lived in my life. The memories of the forgotten places, with tasteless meals and faded faces of people I don't care about. They are like a poem that you once despised but now cherish. They used to be hurtful, but now they are gentle and comforting. You understand their simplicity cause you've lost all interest in the complexity of the surroundings. We can't really understand them, but they follow us wherever we go, without any specific reason.
And I just so happened to meet one of my new housemates at a comedy gig at a dive bar on Bourke St, and then through her got accepted into this incredible new place, owned by the amazing filmmaking son of a famous Australian architect. The night before, I heard from my ex that she had gotten engaged. Though very happy for her, it wasn't the most pleasant feeling.

But on some days I find that a couple of hours at my desk elevates everything. I see myself and world differently, in a better light. I am glad to be here, glad to be offering my words to whomever might care to read them.
I want to thank you for your incredible performance. It helped remind me of what true  love should feel like. One must first define what joy means to them. I would define it as an unconscious response to something (not necessarily physical) which brings forth a response of happiness/satisfaction/positive gratitude and so on.

Sometimes we take him out to fields full of long grass and either my husband or I will hide in it  and he (the hound) will go wild trying to find us. When he gets to us he does this mad thing of sort of eating the air. The game can of course be played in wooded areas.
The smell of fresh coffee in the morning. The first sip of fresh coffee on my tongue. Reading an interesting book by a new author. Reading an interesting book by a favourite author.

Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Aside from my family and friends, lately I find joy in nature, in the simplest things. Whereas earlier in life I looked for adrenaline in climbing, surfing, diving. A swim in the lake, finding shade and shelter from the heat close to trees.
This is the kind of wondering that makes me smile quietly to myself. I have to remind myself to find the joy too, Nick. Sometimes it's tough, and some days it's very hard, but for me it helps to slow down a bit. Notice those three names instead of skipping over them to see what you--Nick Cave--will respond. Now I'm imagining three guys in a room, maybe at a bar or in a rehearsal space, laughing and saying, hey, you know what would be great?
Sometimes we believe that in order to feel joy, we must encounter or achieve something extraordinary. We fear that by allowing ourselves to find joy in simple, ordinary things, we ourselves, our lives become ordinary. The more I learn to let go of that fear, the more joyful I find my life to be.P.S. Books are an endless source of joy.