It is, perhaps, those small moments of no consequence that will add up to a life well-lived. Those moments when we feel ourselves glow, not with happiness, but with contentment. When we have savored, but not sated, ourselves. That is well-being. Not grand moments of drama, but moments that seem to dissolve into the endless spate of all our moments. Hygge is a word for our times. It is fruition, not fortune, coziness, not correctness. What if it were enough to just be for a moment? Bask in the candlelight or the firelight. Sink into a cushion beside friends you can touch. Hot cocoa, a warm bath, a blanket, and later, as you drift off to sleep, the impossibly smooth sensation of fresh sheets against your skin. Comfort is exactly enough. Hygge is the ultimate luxury.