Why are you choosing to make happiness a goal? Why not just choose to be happy?
Love and joy are always there, just like the water and the air.
Sometimes it seems as if they only have a time or season,
As if waiting to blossom, like the first buds of spring.
Though, when my heart is open, I see they are always there,
Ebbing, flowing, budding, blossoming, no matter when or where.
There once was a girl who carried a bag of doubt and shame.
And, she wore a coat of her ancestors’ woes.
One day, as she walked her path, her bag fell to the ground.
The contents of the bag rolled into a patch of wild flowers, glistening with peace and love.
As she gathered the contents of her bag, a few wild flowers mixed in.
She noticed how the flowers lightened her load and at the next patch added a few more.
At the next field, she filled her coat pockets with the flowers.
…and she floated along on her merry way.