Who sets the standard for contentedness? I people watch a lot, and I study the faces of friends and strangers and the people on t.v. I realize that I don’t smile as often as them, not intentionally, but not unintentionally either; I just don’t always smile when I’m happy. You know those moments when you experience an astounding view, and you just feel at peace? The moments where you feel as if you are on the tip of understanding your own existence. Those moments don’t require a smile or a verbal acknowledgement of happiness. Moments like those tend to come and go silently, but everyone experiences them knowingly; no one wants to talk in case they disturb the calm. Well, I try to go about a lot of my own moments this way, I don’t always smile, or exclaim my excitement because I like to appreciate things solitarily. I like to let moments go as if they will come back again soon. I used to think I was less than contented but this is a wrong assumption on my own behalf. I am content. I am just not society’s vision of what it means to be ‘happy’, and I’m okay with that.