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Too often do I forget the deep happiness that manifests itself beyond the interior, beyond the enclosed self contained soul. Laughter is the purest sensation I know, perhaps the truest behavior there is. It is so liberation when it's honest; the laughing soul; the open heart; the tightly rooted contractions of a stomach full with complacency. I spend so much time and energy striving for a place of comfort, that evenness where I will finally be able to lie down flat and spread out my limbs and stretch out my body, my heart, mind mind, and just be. Rarely does it occur to me that to want this and only this is to settle. Because I want this level state of being so badly, I've come to define it as my place of happiness. My destination. My enough. But true happiness is not a medium, it is a high. It is that very laughter that reaches beyond the safe "okay" and lifts the soul with both hands to nourish, to warm, to satisfy and not just sustain. It is that laughter that climbs its way into the core and shakes us back to life.