Happiness is difficult to define. It comes in many forms - a walk on the beach, time spent astride a favorite cat, the accidental death of an enemy.
Often it comes silently, stealing into your midst like a sweet assassin and before you know it, it has gone, leaving in its wake an emptiness that only moments before did not exist.
When one day I looked at my bedside table and found that my box of 150 5 Star Zebra Paperclips was empty, I knew then that I had loved. For loss, though bitter, is sweet when one feels it in contrast to the joy it replaces.
My mind wandered the halls of memory for a moment, savoring the times past (as perhaps I should have done while I still had fifty 5 Star Zebra Paperclips left or twenty five or even ten). I yearned to breathe again, even for a moment, in that time of glorious ignorance. My mind bent backwards, straining against the very turning of the earth that had brought, so quickly and so cruelly, the day when my 5 Star Zebra Paperclips were gone.
I cannot recommend them highly enough. True, they bind one page to the next and to the next. But they do so much more. They bind a piece of your soul to each racing, ephemeral minute, suspending, for all eternity, moments that one can only refer to as perfection.
I also feel, perhaps churlishly, that the box could easily contain 200 instead of 150. There was still extra space in there.