Truth, my truth is that happiness
Is not a thing made of clay
It is transient like a golden globe of light
You cannot hold it too long
Before it slips away
It is not earned
Yet nor does it come through laziness
It requires work
It requires oneness
With being and the universe
There is a strange fact
That those who have less but
Spend their time with others
Rate themselves happier
Think, and thinking makes you sad
The knowledge is like a weight
But live, and dance and talk
And socialize
These things make people happy
Not work for work's sake
Life for life's sake
Find the God within
For God's sake
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