Infinite reasons to be happy.

Really, I'm never unhappy. That is, completely unhappy. Always. Even in bleakest moments. I have something to be happy about. To cling to. Because I am in love. With life. And with a true love. Such as my amore mio. Maybe it's that I go through periods of being annoyed. With something. With an annoying aspect of life and death.  But always. Some way. Some how. I find happiness. Around the corner. Sure, I get pissed. With politics.  With bureaucracies. With the absurdities. But the moment that I step back. And look at the big picture of life. I find infinite reasons to be happy. --Jim Broede