and to someone in particular.
Be Happy.
Happiness is indeed a strange concoction.
We confuse happiness with so many things.
Happiness or contentment? Which is more desired?
Which carries more weight?
Sometimes, we lie to ourselves, and say
we are happy when we are not.
We fail to be happy, wholesomely.
I would like to quote Carl Sandburg
who, in his poem Snatch of Sliphorn Jazz, asks:
'Are you happy?'
And, then, asserts:
'It's the only
way to be, kid.
Yes, be happy, it's a good nice
way to be.
But not happy-happy, kid, don't
be too doubled-up doggone happy.
It's the doubled-up doggone happy-
happy people . . . bust hard . . . they
do bust hard . . . when they bust.
Be happy, kid, go to it, but not too
doggone happy.'
