Today’s Brilliance from Amy Shea
It takes poetry sometimes. Sometimes I have trouble, explaining directly about happiness. We have not been taught, after all, that happiness is not a soft thing whatsoever. It is not the blurred focus of the greeting cards. So we buy and send them off, a wish to be fulfilled by someone else. So easy, our favorite thing. So I tell people to imagine happiness as already there, with them, as waiting, as always-has-been-waiting, and not, as they imagined, a thing they wait and wait for to show up after all. That becomes too much for them. They order a drink,…