I passed by a fountain during my lunch break walk. I thought, “That fountain looks so happy!”
What does that even mean? How can a fountain be happy?
Because the water was gushing out unabashedly. It didn’t care how messy it was. It wasn’t self-conscious about what others thought of how it expressed itself. It simply was.
It was unapologetically itself, fully expressed.
I felt the joy coming out of it.