I open a seal on the box and a happiness start pouring in.
It is such a long lost feeling in an electronic age: a moment you use your knife to cut that tape on the envelop. Open letters, once a routine life pattern, now had become a unique memory.
The sending address is from a Jam Factory. Of cause, it is not a real factory, neither it is associate with the product. But I think I kind of like the name. I could use it for my next office location. The book inside is HECTOR and the Search for Happiness. I don’t particular think happiness can be search for. It can only be found.
I closed my eyes. Another day at work. Today it is going to be a small paradise.
I Am Yesterday. You Are Present. We Are Tomorrow 