'I hope you are happy,' he wrote, and I had to think about that. Mostly, I am. Happy. But then, I'm a happy person, overall. So how do I reply, or measure such a thing? Such a thing that just 'is.' Mostly, I am happy. The pursuit of which is an inalienable right, after all. Maybe it's the pursuit that engages us: the hunt for happy. I don't think about it much. It was a decision I made a while back. Deciding to be happy has resulted in unorthodox faith, irreverance, misplaced modfiers and a deep appreciation of cheap wine.
If you have seen fireflies dance in a July cornfield, you are happy.
So yeah, damn straight I'm happy. And I hope you are, too, my friend.
...as he makes up his mind to be. - Abraham Lincoln
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