I’ve always been able to convince myself. That I’m happy.
Even when I’m not. That’s been the secret. Of my happiness. Throughout life. I
fantasize. I use my imagination. To the utmost. Sounds strange, doesn’t it? But
then. I’m a strangely happy guy. Goes to show. That there are many, many routes
to happiness. It’s a state of mind. Easily achievable. Merely by counting one’s blessings.
Fortunately, I know how to count. --Jim Broede
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