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So we have to practice remembering these things. That way, we could possibly be able to develop a better ability to grasp it more clearly as we experience it. I looked past everything that brought me here, looking for some deep and thoughtful answer, only to face a wall. But then I stepped back and I saw all those memories. Joy for me comes most often when I'm not looking for it.
To answer your question about joy, as my life has not been one of privilege, I find joy in moments of deliberate mindfulness. Small rituals like a steaming cup of tea or the pages of a beloved book become microcosms of joy, tiny testaments to life's quieter beauty.Creating music, art, or words preloved designer bags mirrors the unfiltered exuberance you describe with The Bad Seeds. I find joy in the transition from chaos to harmony, seeing dissonant thoughts sculpt into melody, sentences, or images.Joy also lives in grief's shadow.

Consequence are those times in our lives where we have to react and process negative joy. It makes us stop, think and question what is joy. This ratio of joy vs consequences is what moves us forward and our ability to process this equation is what makes us human, failable. We don’t always get it right but we also never get it wrong. I’m sure there is an equation or theory that can be derived off this, but it would be useless as it will forever change and be perpetually in its nature. Last week, I was just coming back down from the peak of Cader Idris, Wales cautiously and gingerly as a tired 57 year old should (?) on a beautiful day when a man of a similar vintage (plus or minus) approached me, running up Cader Idris with his dog.
I have never been so bitter, so angry, so despondent with the world these past few years.The other morning, after a particularly bleak visit to the social security office, I was sat on the bus home, forced to be patient with my anger and sadness. From the window I saw an older lady sat on a busted step in an old industrial park, an old golden retriever with a vet's cone around it's neck sat by her side, laughing on a video call to who knows who. We passed the local bus that transports the old and less able to where they want or need to be, and inside sat a solitary old man, in total and solemn dignity, and I wept again with joy. Joy at the abundance of life, at the warmth of it, and how it is all there to behold, if only I have the patience.

I can respect my own intentional, meaningful progress, even if it’s not an emotion that’s lighting me up inside. But I am grateful it doesn’t all remain as a clinical process. Amidst all the dogged days of healing, something can hit me in an unexpectedly wonderful way.
I’m not a Christian, but knowing that I’ll find my entire pack waiting for me when I die another source of joy to me. Reading about animals saved from vivisection, live testing, intensive breeding situations or any kind of captivity gives me joy. Seeing nature rebalancing what we so insistently seek to destroy is joy to me.
And I just so happened to meet one of my new housemates at a comedy gig at a dive bar on Bourke St, and then through her got accepted into this incredible new place, owned by the amazing filmmaking son of a famous Australian architect. The night before, I heard from my ex that she had gotten engaged. Though very happy for her, it wasn't the most pleasant feeling.

Watching over the years how he has grown from kitten to panther like, huge feline that lounges all over the place. Listening to music and the nostalgia great tunes bring, gives me great joy. When I finally paint something or write a poem! I find satisfaction an joy that I let my imagination run wild for a time in between working and paying bills.Dressing up in a great outfit and doing up my hair and feeling great when I leave the flat, brings me confidence and joy.
The Joy I felt then transcended almost anything I've experienced before. Despite being raised by catholics, married to a catholic and having two children who are catholics, I have mostly avoided organised religion but at that moment I felt something so spiritual and so out of this world that it's impossible to put into words. More Joy than one old lap could contain. The surest way to  get joy is to listen to music! It never fails, joy always arrives.

I agree that joy does not seem to always befall us, rather it feels like something that one has to put a little effort into- at least after a certain point in life, after a certain breadth of experience. I find myself concentrating, slightly, to take in my surroundings; the dogs, the rain on the window, the taste of my coffee. And it can be hard to sustain this appreciation for more than moments, but the more I stretch that muscle in my mind the more open I continue to be to inviting a sense of joy into the most mundane things. Other times, joy does strike at me from an entirely exterior source. An unexpected gesture from my partner, a great joke delivered impeccably as ever by my little sister, or the fruits of an old achievement coming through right on time. I think we all crave, anticipate, and in a kind of way enslave ourselves to joy.
We then spend the rest of our lives searching for that once remembered state where everything was new. Every nuance around us is there being felt with naked newness. That human endeavor of trying to recreate that experience is the path to suffering and therefore the absence of Joy.I can wake each morning and be delighted with the new challenges that will present themselves. I can experience a lift in spirit watching a baby as it explores everything around it and giggling in glee. Myself, I love Orca (killer whales).

So I guess what I'm saying is that I find joy in the action of stopping, listening, laughing. We tend to chase it, but honestly it's probably just staring you in straight in the face. I'm from Tel Aviv.I listen to music. In constant search for the right music, sometimes it's old things I used to love, sometimes new things. I also read, some rare books bring me joy.I speak with my daughters and ask them staff, listen to their stories, thinking they became amazing characters, this bring me joy.
I hadn't ridden a bicycle for ten years. For some reason, I had begun to fear that I’ll lose my balance. I had often dreamed that I would dare. I live near a big forest with sand roads.
Sharing a meal,  enjoying the laughter and warmth of friends and family. These simple pleasures give me joy and are a rare privilege. I try to pause and observe them as if I were a child and enjoy them as if Iv'e never noticed them before, because we live lives that are so busy sometimes we forget how insane this world actually is.