I share happiness and prosperity with everyone I meet.

Good news is awkward to hand round. You get the job in the same month a friend passes six months without one, and every way of mentioning it sounds like something else.

Sharing it, in practice, isn't the announcement. It's the recruiter's name, the fact that they interview on Thursdays, an honest account of what the second round asked. Prosperity travels in specifics, and it travels quietly.

Happiness moves differently — mostly by being unguarded near somebody. Not performing it, just failing to hide it. People are lifted more by being around a person having an ordinary good week than by anything that person says about it.