Happiness on a scale

It's not hard to write about unhappy things, just as it is not hard to cry because negativity surges so quickly, so strongly... like lava from a volcano eruption, like any disaster; devastating and impactful. We never know when we will have the repercussions again.

It is so unfair that happiness can only be felt at mild levels of adrenaline rush which never last long enough, nor reverberates like it should have. It is such that we can never sense it strong enough, as though things are in equilibrium. It is almost natural to be happy. My level of contentment peaked recently and as the day is approaching, it slowly returns to the origin. I can't find the words to justify the happiness that existed, so somehow it seems it never did. But I was really happy and I still feel I'm blessed. Just that bliss isn't something that one can talk about, one can write about, one can cry about? It's just something that is so rightfully there that most people can hardly sense when it's there.

It almost feels as if that the norm is a bliss itself, something we should already cherish.

It applies in baking too. I could bake a cheesecake that tastes as good as the other cheesecakes I've had, if not better. This is contentment.
I may or may not bake it again.

If the cake turned out terribly bad, I would remember the failure.
If I'm optimistic, I would try baking again. If I'm not, I probably have a phobia of making cheesecakes.

If the cake tastes better than the other cakes that I've had, it would be a plus.
I would most probably wanna do it again.

We most likely take scenario one for granted. But as we deviate from the left of the orgin, we most probably remember it for a longer time.

If we can just focus on being on the centre of the scale itself, we are already a step closer to the right of the scale.