Joy is not waiting in some perfect future.
It is already here in small flashes.
Steam curling off a cup.
A laugh that catches you off guard.
A song that makes your chest feel a size bigger.
The old pattern is to treat these as background noise.
You notice them for half a second, then go back to what is wrong or missing.
Joy is more like tuning than chasing.
Some people describe reality itself as made of love, peace, and joy.
You do not have to solve that idea.
You can just practice noticing how often a tiny piece of that slips through your day.
Every time you let a good moment actually register,
you are like a tuning fork starting to ring with what is already in the room.
The pattern of your day has ugly notes and beautiful ones.
Joy is the choice to let the beautiful notes count too.
Love, here, is giving delight permission to matter, even when life is not fixed.