What makes you happy

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A man once told me “Do what makes you happy.”

Happiness does not come cheap.

They tell me:

To be happy, you must freely lose your misery.

To be happy, you must always raise your hopes.

To be happy, you must never share your hatred.

This is no list for happiness.

That which is human is – at times – miserable.

That which is human does deal in despondency.

That which is human hates.

We cannot deny these things.

But that which is human also loves.

And this we must overwhelm all else with.

A challenge that expends all our love – an expense well worth it,

Only to rebate our love with joy.

And so I choose to love –

To love my misery, in the knowledge it will dissipate.

To love my hopelessness in the hope it will depart.

To love my hatreds, and with them, bond.

I choose to “do what makes me happy.”

Thanks Dad.

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