i can hear the bell of the cable car from my bed, as it passes by my block. in fact, i just woke up 5 seconds ago, and this is the very first sound i hear today. i smile. then i yawn, stretch out, and sit on my bed. it’s sunny outside, i can see the blue sky through the window. i take a moment to deliberately not think of anything, but listen to my senses instead. comfort, warm, light, colors, sounds, calm. i wait in silence a little bit more, waiting for that magic step to happen, when all these primitive sensations get melted together into one single and higher feeling. happiness. yes, happiness has to be cooked, built and listened to. i learnt to cook happiness long time ago. you just need to allocate time for it. the cable car rings its bell again. i think that i’m lucky that what for most people is no less than the iconic symbol of a great city, it’s nothing but a simple, ephemeral and anecdotal event in my day. the feeling becomes an idea now. i am so lucky. the cable car rings again. okey, gotta go to work, my day starts here.

alternative titles:
- cooking little moments of happiness
- on how sensations lead to feelings, and feelings to ideas, all the way up in a staricase of consciousness