I have spent a significant amount of time recently evaluating what it means to be happy. Conceivable answers run the gamut: admiring a bottle-cap magnet collection representing countries visited; realizing, finally, why one says “como estas” (it’s conjugated, knucklehead); witnessing a man in Bogota, newspaper in hand, catching his dog’s feces before it hits the ground; hearing a niece construct a fully grammatically and situationally appropriate sentence; the hackneyed but still valid witnessing of a sunset/sunrise with someone you love; feeling like you might, someday, be able to understand Buddha’s first stage of enlightenment. Finding relevance, whatever that means. I don’t, of course, know the answer, but this guy might.
Meet Aleksander Gamme, an incredible human being and a Norwegian by birth, on day 86 of his solo trip to the South Pole and back. Maybe happiness comes in seventeen flavors.
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