I remember such times. It happens at random, no context or company required, sometimes by implausible triggers – but not reliable triggers – or during conversations. It is delicious. People react in a variety of ways. Dubious, irritated, happy, or think me high. I would be able to say that I am high on life. And yes, I actually said it. It does not happen very often these days. Words help to center my being. Perhaps coax it back. So I offer these…
Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you are in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.
I never considered the “because” aspect. ‘Why’ is not a fruitful line of questioning for me. It often leads to tedious journeys and unfulfilled quests. When you are high on life it does not matter. Though you can still be thwarted by the ever deadly buzz-kill. They have names like you and I do. Just smile at them, they hate it.