A meaningful crusade.

I’m on a crusade. To bring about happiness. If not to the world, then to my bailiwick. My immediate environs.  To the people around me. To friends and acquaintances. And especially to my Italian true love. If any of ‘em are unhappy, I’ll try to do something about it. Because I can’t stand unhappiness. I’m able to stay happy nearly all the time. And when I’m unhappy, I find ways to fix the problem. Sooner than later. Of course, it’s more difficult fixing unhappiness in others. Doesn’t always come easily. Maybe it’s that some of my compatriots prefer an unhappy life. Sad to say. Maybe it gives ‘em a weird pleasure. Not true happiness. Maybe they like to suffer. Thinking it’s heroic. Qualifies as a kind of earthly sickness. Not quite a sickness onto death. Yet. But too often it’s headed in that direction. Many unhappy people eventually commit suicide. Anyway, I encounter unhappy people virtually every day. Even unhappy strangers. I see unhappiness written all over their glum faces. I try to psychoanalyze unhappy friends. Sometimes, that helps. They begin to see the source of their unhappiness. That’s the first step toward a solution. Won’t ever make everyone around me happy. But I aim for a 10 percent success rate. That’s not bad. Really. That’s sufficient to make me relatively happy. As if I’ve accomplished something meaningful. –Jim Broede