When we stopped being happy things were great. The weight was lifted off our shoulders, not to mention the other parts of our bodies. We didn't have to worry about pleasing each other or anybody else, but if we did that was fine. Bedtimes and rise-and-shines shifted as they did. We weren't angry at things anymore. We ate when we were hungry, and we drank to wash things down. We didn't force the happiness, and it didn't always come. But when it did it was good and true and right. A little goes a long way.
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