pictures of happiness

Pictures of happiness are pictures-images, applying which to life, we learn: “This is happiness!” If there are no pictures of happiness, you can live in the most comfortable conditions, a lot of luck can fall to your lot, but it will never occur to you that you are happy. The one who has many (enough) pictures of happiness and does not forget to use them, notices in life (draws out of life) his happiness.

In order to break out of the closet of sadness into the World of light and joy, start recording those moments that bring you joy.

… You leave the dark entrance, and the sun is shining outside, the buds are swelling, and the smell of spring is in the air. Happiness? Yes! Remember this moment, inscribe in your body the memory of happiness from going outside, and soon you will feel happiness every morning as soon as you leave the entrance!

… Or — you are lying on a sandy beach, you hear the sound of the sea, and a pleasant, slightly cool breeze blows on your skin … You relaxed and felt such peace and bliss that you felt like a harmonious part of the beautiful World. Remember this moment. Fix it with all receptors.

Collect such pictures, absorb such pictures into yourself, and you will soon notice how much easier it is for you to live with a smile and experience happiness.

​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​For example, here are pictures of happiness shared by students of the University of Practical Psychology

Pictures of happiness from Svetlana Baranova.

Spring. May on the calendar. Outside the window, a crazy blizzard is spinning. On houses, trees, cars, the outgoing winter casually threw a snow cover. The wind polishes the icy roads to a shine. Sliding along the sidewalks, people, like puppets, throwing up their arms and legs, helplessly fall to the ground. It seems that the snow madness has no end. Suddenly, the sun smiled from behind the clouds…

Spring. May on the calendar. Winter reluctantly gives way to spring. The road to awakening and change.

Vacation soon. Mid-June is on the calendar. Outside the window … spring. Yes! Yes! Real northern spring. Green grass breaks through the lawns. The buds on the trees have finally blossomed into tender foliage. Birches gracefully sway their earrings in the wind. Dandelions are honking yellow. The weather, like a capricious woman, is notable for its inconsistency, then the hot sun, then the north wind, then the rain … And only the white nights with stubborn curiosity invariably look into the windows of houses. Outside the window, summer — spring, spring — summer ….

Mid-June is on the calendar. Last week of work, holiday coming soon.

Summer. The sun. River. I am sitting in a boat, gently swaying on the waves. Beautiful, bright, with a blue tint, a butterfly flutters over the water. She either sits on board the boat, then rises into the sky, then circles in front of me, admiring her grace. I slowly extend my hand forward. Butterfly, as if having received an invitation, calmly sits on its fingertips, and, as in slow motion, then folds, then smoothly opens its wings. And suddenly, together with a breath of wind, the butterfly rises up, leaving a light kiss of the wing on the skin …

Summer. The sun. River. I am sitting in a boat, gently swaying on the waves …

Joy. Again and again I watch the video where the grandson takes the first steps in his life. Waddling from one foot to the other, with difficulty maintaining his balance, he persistently moves forward, one step, two … nine! Nine first independent steps towards the future. Nine Steps of Joy!

Joy. Outside the window, the rain is again drumming a simple melody. The wheels of a passing car rustle. Nearby, curled up in a ball, sniffles a cat. Life goes on…

Morning. I close the door with a key, hurriedly leave the entrance. The sun, opening its arms, joyfully looks into the eyes. The wind pushes forward in a friendly way. I smile. I hurry to work.

Suddenly I stop abruptly from surprise: “Ah! What a beauty!» In front of me, like many reflections of the sun, yellow dandelions scattered on the lawn. «Morning Sunny Dandelion!» I thought, and a smile of surprise, joy, delight flashed across my face, like a sunbeam.

Morning. I hurry to work. I smile, spilling the mood of “sunny dandelion” around.

Kindergarten. Junior group. Quiet hour. I cautiously open the bedroom door and peek in. Children, sniffing their noses, sleep sweetly. Only in the far corner does a child’s hand wave upward, as if dispersing the impending silence. Slowly, on tiptoe, I approach the baby and freeze at the sight of wide-open eyes, full of joy and love. «Sleep, little one! Things are good! I will be near!» I smile, stroking the back of the baby, and the silence envelops me with happiness.

Kindergarten. Junior group. Quiet hour. I carefully close the bedroom door. Children, sniffing their noses, sleep sweetly …

Pictures of happiness from Ekaterina N.

Winter

Winter. I go out onto the porch of the house, the snow is silvery, as if someone sprinkled it with diamond chips. There is such silence around that it is a little pawning. I enjoy breathing fresh and frosty air. There is a slight blush on my cheeks. After a while, my children join me. We take a sled and go to the forest. The snow crunches under our feet. We enter the forest and seem to find ourselves in a fairy tale: there is a lot of snow around, trees and bushes are covered with frost, spruce branches bowed to the ground under the weight of this snow.

Children start running and throwing snowballs. They laugh merrily and their laughter rings like bells. There is a ravine in the forest where you can have a fun ride down the hill. I’m sledding down the mountain and the wind blows over my face. And then I fall on my back in the snow and so I lie and look at the sky!

winter sky

Happiness to watch as snow falls from the sky in large flakes. I throw my head up and watch as more and more snowflakes fall from the sky, slowly spinning. It feels like you are in space and everything that happens is unreal.

Spring

Spring, I’m running about my business. The puddles are covered with a thin crust of ice that crunches merrily when you step on it. The air is clear and the smell of melted snow and earth is felt in it. I have a feeling of extraordinary lightness. In nature, everything comes to life, is born again and it seems that everything will work out

Summer morning

Happiness is to wake up early in the morning and see how a light breeze moves the curtains on the window. Birds sing outside the window, and you understand that a new beautiful day awaits you. Well!

Summer

Summer. Hot. I am lying in a hammock under a tree with dense foliage, I have an interesting book in my hand. A light breeze stirs the leaves and blows over my face. A bee buzzes and smells of freshly cut grass. The hammock slowly sways, creaks, and I feel very good and calm.

Summer evening

The whole family sits on the open veranda at a round table covered with a lace tablecloth. My daughter made tea with fresh mint. Smells like roses and jasmine. We drink fragrant tea, talk about how this day went, make plans for the next one. We watch as the sun slowly sinks below the horizon, and twilight deepens. Cicadas chirp in the grass. When the sun finally disappears, it becomes cool, I light a table lamp and throw a shawl around my shoulders.

Autumn

The children and I are walking in the park. There is a riot of colors around: yellow, green, red, burgundy, orange leaves on the trees and underfoot. It smells of fallen leaves and apples. We walk along this foliage, give it our feet, and then we begin to rake the leaves in an armful, throw them up and watch how the leaves slowly fall to the ground.

Bad weather outside the window

Autumn evening. It’s cold outside, wind and rain that seems to go on forever. And I’m at home, in my bright, warm kitchen. A floor lamp burns comfortably. On my feet I have woolen socks with a funny pattern. I drink aromatic tea with mint and raspberries from my favorite mug, eat cherry jam and look out the window. It’s bad weather outside, but at home and in my soul it’s warm and cozy.

Together with children

Happiness is baking cookies with my daughters. The faces of the daughters are all in flour, they try very hard, cut out cookies with different molds from the dough, and the youngest daughter even stuck out her tongue from zeal. Together we laugh and invent what other faces can be made from dough. Then put the cookie sheet in the oven. The smell of vanilla and cinnamon spreads throughout the house. And while the cookies are baking, we brew delicious tea and set the table.

Very simple happiness

Happiness is to take a big orange with a thick skin and start peeling it. I see orange juice squirting in little fountains, and I feel a sharp citrus scent pervading the house. And in the soul immediately peace and anticipation of the holiday.

Dousing with ice water

Every morning great happiness awaits me: I do exercises and go to douse myself with ice water. Imagine: a bucket of ice water falls on the skin heated by exercises and showers! When water falls in a powerful stream on top of your head, it takes your breath away, and in the next moment you are overwhelmed with incredible delight! I like to combine this procedure with some kind of mental picture: it’s not ice water falling on me, but health, luck or money. It is not necessary to pour water only in the morning: it is also possible after a hard day, so that you have a peppy, eventful evening, and simply if you are in a bad mood. Washing away bad moods with ice water is a great idea.

baby smile

Happiness to see and hear your children laugh. They laugh! Are flooded! How little they need to be happy. When I feel sad, I remember the laughter of my children and involuntarily begin to smile myself.

There are many pictures of Happiness, but the main one is the picture of my inner Sun, which is always with me. The main thing is to remember that I have it.

Pictures of happiness from Natalia E.

Aromatic bath after a busy day at work

I come home from work. I feel tired, I go into the apartment, take off my shoes, go to the bathroom.

I open the taps, regulate the temperature of the water. I sit on the edge of the bath and put my hand under the stream. Warm water warms the skin of the palm, rustles and tickles with bubbles. I close my eyes and smile, anticipating relaxation.

I take an apricot-scented bath ball from the shelf, remove the rustling plastic wrapper, crumble the ball under running water. Dry crumbs first noticeably tingle the hand, under water they become soapy, mushy consistency. The foam under the jet is growing rapidly, listening to warm white snowdrifts.

I look at the even soft-looking foam, inhale the sweet smell of apricot, reminiscent of the sunny Kazakhstani summer, remember the taste of juicy honey fruits, so unlike those that are brought to Russia. I swallow the saliva in my mouth. I take out my “heavy artillery” from the shelf — a battery of bottles with different aroma oils, choose the one I want today, or even two, and add 3-5 drops to the bath. I stir it with my hand in the water — this is a little shamanism! ©

While the water is filling the bath, I take out my favorite green terry dressing gown (given by my sister) from the closet, run my hand over the fluffy soft pile, and hang it on a hook in the bathroom. I carefully fold the towel several times and put it on a heated towel rail to keep it warm. I take out the same favorite terry socks, and put them in the same place — let them warm up. I spread a towel under my feet.

I turn off the taps, undress, carefully sit in the bath, getting used to the water, and lie down with a happy sigh, trying to stretch as much as possible. I put my head and neck on the pillow and kayfuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu … I feel how the muscles of the neck and back slowly relax, become soft, slightly swollen. I listen to foam rustle and bubbles burst at the slightest movement.

I move my fingers and toes, I feel how the skin rubs between them, I relax them. I alternately take out one or the other leg from the water, marveling at their weight ©, lowering it back. Gradually thoughts become slow-slow, I want to fall asleep.

Then I reluctantly get out of the bath, rinse, release the water. I get up on a towel, take a heated towel and wipe myself dry, enjoying the warm and gentle touches on my skin. Then I put on the same soft warm socks, bathrobe, favorite slippers, and I feel cozy, warm and fluffy.

I look in the mirror — I see pink skin, shining green eyes. From the heated skin, it pleasantly and barely perceptibly smells of apricots and summer, m-m-m-mmmm! It’s time to go to the kitchen and drink fragrant hot tea with mint, chat with your family, find out what’s new and good. This is cool!

Winter

Winter evening (basic version). The weather is calm and windless, snow is falling in large flakes. Today is a day off, or the first day of vacation. I am sitting in an armchair near the window, legs tucked up and completely wrapped in a warm soft checkered blanket of bright color, with tassels, legs tucked under me, and I look through the window at the snow-covered trees, which are hard from the snow stuck to the branches.

I’m wearing warm fluffy socks with bright pompoms, in my hands I have a large half-liter cup of latte. A fluffy black cat with impudent green eyes lies and selflessly purrs at my feet, warming my legs.

A delicious coffee “smoke” rises from the cup in a thin stream, I blissfully draw it in with my nostrils, the cup warms my hands. I’m looking at a bizarre foam painting that I made myself using a video as an experiment — beautiful!

My silky red hair is loose, flowing softly over the plaid, in places contrasting with its pattern. From time to time I bring a cup to my lips and take a sip of the most delicious coffee, hold it in my mouth for a long time and try to taste all the nuances of taste, papillae on my tongue feel both creaminess and light (not cloying!) sweetness, and the taste of coffee itself. I sort of rub coffee on my tongue and palate.

Add-on option. From the kitchen comes the voice of my beloved: “You still can’t finish this cup? And I already made a new one, with maple syrup and ice cream! He comes up to me with a new portion of coffee, hugs and kisses me, tickles his nose behind my ear. I am thrilled with love and tenderness in his strong hands, I feel good next to him, I feel a familiar and familiar smell, kiss him on the chin and rub my nose.

Just snow

Mainly cloudy. Windless weather. Snow falls quietly from above, in large fluffy flakes. I walk around the city and smile — I feel good! Snow falls, sometimes falling on the face, giving a soft and fluffy cold touch for a second, and immediately melts, leaving a drop of water.

I put a mitten on him and consider the snowflakes as a real work of art, trying to remember their shape, to consider everything in detail. The trees look just fabulous, in some places LED threads and garlands hang on them, creating a festive mood.

Not far from the children’s slides, children ride on cheesecakes or even just on cardboard boxes, children’s voices ring.

Someone’s dog (like a lap dog) amusingly bounces on its hind legs, catches snow and squeals joyfully, and the owner laughs and points to her friend.

The tires of cars rustle softly and muffled along the roads — today the snow is thick, drivers drive slowly and carefully.

It’s evening. Lanterns are lit, and the city is enveloped in an atmosphere from a fairy tale. Festive illumination colors the evening city, and it looks just fantastic.

And I rejoice — you can call your friends outside and play snowballs!

Summer

Normal summer morning (basic version).

Summer sunny warm morning. No one wakes me up, but the rays of the sun are already breaking through the light tulle curtains and tickling my forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. Birds chirping from the street, it smells of a warm, sweetish-floral smell of warmed grass and flowers, of loosened soil. I stretch sweetly, feeling the muscles rested during the night, missing the movement, imagining myself as a cat, arching my back, crawling along the sheet and knocking it into folds. Actively and energetically I move my toes, I strongly clench my fingers into fists and unclench them. I feel the flow of blood, the heating of the limbs. Still a little sleepy delirious to wash and pour myself.

Invigorating cold water quickly brings me to my senses, clarity reigns in my head. I rub myself red with a towel, my skin burns in places and red, hot. Well, I’m ready for an active life — it’s time to drink aromatic tea and work!

Option 2. Summer morning in Baikonur.

I wake up without an alarm before dawn. Summer, hot already from 6 am — about 30 ° C. The sky is still grey, pre-dawn, but the early birds are already chirping. The smell of warm grass is in the air. I get up, get dressed, wash my face, put the kettle on. I deliberately do not turn on the light in a small kitchen — it seems more comfortable to me. We are on the first floor, trees grow under the windows. The upstairs neighbor is already watering the yard with a hose, and the air becomes noticeably fresher, the smell of wet asphalt and sand is added to the smell of flowering camel thorn.

I collect breakfast, take it out to the loggia, it’s beautiful there. I quietly greet my neighbor, he salutes me with a hose, out of mischief walking along the mosquito net on the window — I laugh and thank him for «freshness for 2 minutes.»

I can hear shuffling in the corridor — I know from the sound of footsteps that it was my mother who woke up. A little later, a sister also comes out onto the loggia, the rest are sleeping.

And I brew fragrant Uzbek tea, pour thyme and oregano into it, and the three of us sit down to tea — slowly, from the heart, pouring tea into painted bowls, «with respect», a little bit. Savoring several varieties of honey — «zhantachny», buckwheat, flower.

Option 3. Summer, picnic, outside the city.

There is a lot of greenery around, pleasing to the eye, clean, neat, dry glades, sometimes covered with crumbling needles.

Nearby, friends are playing badminton, loud pops of a shuttlecock on a racket are heard. The weather is warm, someone is already lying on the rug on the river bank, shining with a thickly smeared tanning oil body.

Children play with an inflatable ball, and some diligently sculpt sand castles. From time to time they run up to their parents with dirty faces and sonorous voices and demand to evaluate their work.

The nose smells the smoke and leads to its source, as if by bearing. So it is — the brazier for barbecue has already been prepared (burning saxaul gives such a unique smell), and someone is already laying skewers with the future barbecue on it. I energetically get involved in the work, helping as much as I can — I cut salads, prepare sauces. In the meantime, I manage to crunch on the leaves of juicy young white cabbage and green lettuce, like a starving goat, and drink it down with tomato juice.

Meanwhile, the kebab sizzles on skewers, dropping drops of juice onto the coals and spreading a breathtaking smell. I close my eyes and sniff, detecting that among the classic pork kebab skewers, there is lamb, yum yum yum! Lamb, yes, on saxaul, which gives it a unique appetizing smell and divine taste — it’s just magical!

Gradually, our whole friendly cheerful company gathers near the brazier, pour juices, give barbecue and salads to those who have joined. Laughter, hubbub, teasing and anecdotes are heard. A little further Olya, as always, is the soul of the company — she tells stories from her life to someone. The guys rattle plastic folding chairs and put up an awning, the girls set the table. Our friendly company sits down at the camp «table», someone has a guitar in their hands, and the noise subsides. Sergey performs something of his own, from the new, lyrically-heartfelt, and we listen with bated breath to his strong, pleasant voice. And then he switches to folk songs known to everyone and everyone, the bard repertoire, and now the whole company sings about “the icy ceiling, believe it is creaky”, conducting themselves with empty skewers.

Autumn

Warm golden autumn. I walk through the park, dry and sunny. The autumn sun is still warm. Birds flutter between the branches of trees, cheerfully chirping in sonorous voices.

Autumn red leaves rustle under your feet, and you can scoop them up with your feet and throw them up. They fly up and then slowly glide, circling and descending.

On the paths of the park, passers-by in bright jackets are busily scurrying about, flashing in spots among the foliage that has not yet flown from the trees. Children in pom-pom hats race, play tag, and their high voices are heard throughout the park. A little further away, along asphalt paths, older children ride bicycles, quietly rustling tires on the leaves, and two girls thoughtfully collect autumn herbariums and weave leaf decorations.

Grandparents sit on the benches, feed pigeons, bask in the sun and read newspapers. But a young couple arranged a picnic for themselves on a multi-colored carpet of leaves, spreading a checkered blanket on top and sipping coffee poured from a thermos in an embrace.

I sit down on a bench by the pond, admiring the path of sunlight on the water, take out a loaf and, pinching off, throw a piece to the local ducks. A few seconds later, the whole flock huddles around me, flapping their wings and quacking demandingly in every way. Well!

Spring

Spring. The first spring grass breaks through, the trees coquettishly dressed in juicy green foliage. Birds actively build nests, fly from branch to branch, carefully look out for something below.

The air is filled with aromas of greenery, freshness and flowering trees.

Here and there, schoolchildren organized for the clean-up day shout to each other, raking garbage from the lawns and putting it in large garbage bags — the city is changing and pleasing to the eye.

People are slowly moving away from winter, changing fur coats and sheepskin coats for bright light coats, looking incredulously at the deceptive spring sun. On the streets more and more actively appear mothers with strollers, decorously strolling along the paths, kids in bright overalls, launching boats in a small pond under the guidance of older teenagers and pensioners with shopping bags.

I walk around the city after work, slowly, waving my bag and deliberately knocking the heels of my boots on the recently dried asphalt, which has only recently been freed from the captivity of trampled melting snow. I admire an elderly couple — they walk arm in arm, the man carefully supports his wife, leans towards her, they smile at each other.

I breathe deeply, sniffing the spring smells, listen to the chirping of birds, feel the glare of the sun on my skin and think that in a couple of days it will become completely warm. Spring, happiness, life!

Pictures of happiness from Anna K.

Wake up when the first rays of the sun sneak up, tickling closed eyelids. Smile at the thoughts of a new day and throw back the covers, singing along to your favorite song on the alarm clock.

On the way to work, hear the absolutely magnificent playing of a street musician on the saxophone.

During the day, when everyone is running on business, stop for 5 minutes, take a deep breath of fresh air and watch the clouds float, taking on bizarre shapes.

Visit your grandmother and smell the freshly baked pie from the very doorstep.

Evening. Moon. Stars. Table. Slightly yellowed paper, a few lines written with a pen … there are crumpled sheets at the table.

Slightly swaying flames of candles, a table, quiet music and beloved eyes in front.

Lying on a bearskin in silence, which is sometimes diluted by the pleasant crackling of firewood in the fireplace.

Autumn. Trees not fully stripped yet. A long alley covered with a multi-colored veil. The wind lifts the leaves, circling them in a waltz.

Road. Steering wheel. Cool autumn blind rain. Wipers one, two, one, two. Outside the car window, a rainbow breaks through the rare clouds in the distance and the sun goes into a crimson sunset.

When the leaves in the park are piled up, run up to grab one of them and throw it high, high so that they fall like rain on top of you.

The silence is such that you can hear how millions of drops fall from the roofs and break on the asphalt. Life is born all around: buds appear. The first, bright-winged butterflies flew. Feel the warm breeze on your cheeks. Hear children’s laughter in the yard.

Listen to the first warm rain drumming on the roof, lying under a soft blanket. And in the morning, as in childhood, jump in the puddles, splashing everything around 🙂

A breath of frosty air. The crunch of fresh snow underfoot. The first traces of winter: a frozen puddle with a thin crust of ice. Step so slowly, watching how under the boot, like a cobweb, cracks run in different directions.

In the yard with a child, roll up the first snowman, decorating it with tinsel instead of a scarf.

To make the first snowball and from the heart, as if in childhood to frolic with friends.

Thermos with hot cocoa, rubber mittens, ice rink.

Draw an angel in the snow with your hands and feet, lying on your back.

Lie down on a warm stone near the shore of Lake Baikal and fly away to infinity, Having lost track of time, feeling how all thoughts in your head are replaced by the sound of waves breaking on the shore, the singing of birds, the breath of the earth.

Picnic. Plaid. Big watermelon. Burning hot sun. Silk, green grass and yellow dandelions. Beloved people are nearby.

Let’s collect pictures of happiness together in order to recognize it more often — and experience the happiness that is so close to us more often! Katya gave us all these pictures of happiness. And what pictures will you give us all?