I was asked. To divulge my secret. For happiness. Had to think for a while. Before concluding.
There’s no secret. Instead, simply choosing to be happy. That’s all it takes. There
must be 1,000 ways. Pick a different way. Every day. My favorite. Is a daily reminder. That I’m in
love. Not only with my Italian amore. But with life. With writing. With
walking. With dreaming. I’m even in love with my ability to complain. About
things. About politics. About the absurdities of life. Mostly, I’m happy over
being alive and conscious. Able to sense
being a reasonably free spirit. Able to count my blessings. Able to overcome
moments of sadness. By simply choosing to be happy. Sure beats being unhappy. --Jim Broede
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