Definition no. 3
Definition No. 3
Happiness is a work of art.
Of a young talent to be, loftily presented to his audience in the deep darkness of a cloudy winter after-noon,
when proud and fully aware of his achievement,
he would clear his throat solemnly
and would accompany the revealing of his chef d’oeuvre with pictured lines on a piece of blue paper.
He would be reciting them
standing straight, eyes glittering with emotion.
Pinning you to your chair,
he would chant his love on an even tone, careful not to miss a word, not to swap sentences.
His small white pearly teeth would show from time to time as he would follow the phrases, his tongue nervously caressing his bottom lip.
He would then stop suddenly, at the end of the letter, he would unfold his painting,
he would cry out his accomplishment, and cheer himself with a frenetic applause,
as he is his first and the last own fan.
And I would watch him all this time, marveled at his extraordinary performance,
motherly envy and pride tickling my heart, wishing him to forever believe in himself as he does right then.
Ladies and gentlemen, applause!
After all, happiness is a work of art.