Unhappiness makes some happy.

I refuse to be unhappy. Occasionally, I find myself on the verge of unhappiness. But I put a stop to it. Immediately. Because I think I was put on Earth to be happy. That's my mission. My purpose. My destiny. I know some people sense they were born to be unhappy. But I think that's absurd. I reason that there's a god. And he's a god of love. A creator. And he wouldn't create anyone with the intent of making an innately unhappy being. That would be an utter waste of the creative endeavor. But some people go awry. Actually concluding that being unhappy makes them happy. Weird, isn't it? --Jim Broede