Happiness, bless her heart, is a cheap slut who can be bought among the racks of perfectly fitting jeans, or found idling in an empty, front-row parking space on a rainy day. Happiness is everywhere, if you keep your eyes and heart open.
Happiness can be chased down, captured and carried home (sometimes kicking and screaming) until it is gently fed, clothed and nurtured enough that it becomes a member of the family.
Happiness can be sought. And the seeking of it can become a healthy habit, a family ritual, a best-selling book.
But there’s no seeking joy. Joy finds us. We can (and should) take charge of the happy in our lives, but the joy has to grow slowly and quietly from the inside out. Although it may often take root in the happy moments, joy develops without the constant fine-tuning or awareness that happiness often requires. Joy can grow without sunshine.
What brings me joy is the knowledge that when I feel it, way down in my bones, I know that it comes from a place of deep and pure presence.
I know that joy can’t be forced any more than it can be described. I know that the very best thing about joy is that, unlike happiness, I can’t fake it or make it.
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