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My Joy
Authenticity brings me joy; being true to myself defines where I find and seek happiness.
Joy can be found in the written word, in conversing with friends, in music, nature, astronomy, and the acquisition of knowledge. Joy comes from being courageous; it’s in watching an inspiring film, cooking for friends and seeing them enjoy the meal, taking a gentle walk and noticing my feet hitting the ground, and lying in bed on a cold winter morning with someone I love by my side. In all these places resides joy.
My joy is in the sensual exploration of another’s body, the moment of connection when I sense and embrace my significant other’s presence: rays of light open my eyes. Joy is feeling the other give way.
My joy can be found in scents — especially that of petrichor, in the aesthetic joy of your beautiful physique and smile, and in contemplating what might be.
Joy is the joy of being under a duvet on a cold winter morn — the joy of dancing and losing myself in the music: the body and rhythm intertwined — to be as one, and so goes the song. These are my authentic self personified.
Joy is the ecstasy of being. It is communal. Joy is the scent of old books and the trickling sound of a brook. It is seeing the pearlescent shimmer of a dragonfly’s wing, and contemplating the wild waterlily luxuriating on the surface of a pond. Joy is the…
