It's not hard to make me happy. However, the same applies otherwise. Some people call it moody. I call it jazz bermelodi discordant.
I easily feel happy with simple things (although gradually I can go back to gray because of something else), I also find myself laughing loudly (?) At some point, asking another question in my mind:
"Is this really the source of my pleasure?"
One of them # Art
The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.