Choice of Happy

In all of the universe mankind has discovered there are more than one way to have a solar system. For the first time we have glimpsed a picture of a black hole. And even that is refined time and time again. And yet so many of us believe that there is only one way to be happy. 

Happiness is not a choice. But it is a thing. A precious, precious, thing. There are some who create happiness from the very air we breathe. Magicians and Wizards with the ability to conjure all forms of happiness with but a wave of their hand, twinkle of their eye, sound of their voice. They're are the superheroes who can carry happiness in vast amounts and bring to the masses. Their smile's are like X-ray vision and pierce through the gloomiest of clouds and days.

Some work 9 to 5 and earn every penny of their happiness. They steadfastly putaway small amounts for rainy days. And save with great discipline to their happy retirement funds. There are even the lucky who stumble across happiness they never see coming and before they can miss it when it leaves it comes back again time and time again. Maybe attracted to them by some cosmic magnetism.

Some never take it for granted. Savoring and memorizing every happy moment. Every cherished event. So amazed by the wonder that their eyes grow wide till their eyes threaten to fall out. There are always the ones who broker it and for a small price will sell you a piece of it. There are the mythical beings who seem to be made of it. Like tribal talismans they radiate it and bring it to all in range. None who know them ever go without it in their presence.

All hail to the ones who can chronicle it for prosperity. They put pen to ink and all who read the transcribed words are blessed to be transported to these happy moments. To relive them as though they were theirs. Historical moments of happiness that are singularly unexplainable. Moments that would lead you to believe there can be no better moments and then there they are. Happiness so pure that you can all but see the wings of the Angels as they construct them.

Of the types of happiness that I have borne witness to there are more than I have time, skill, and words to write. I have meditated on and philosophized the meanings to, places of, and the people. If I spent a lifetime I would still miss all of the beautiful combinations.

I know some truly happy people who sometimes have to work at it. Sometimes are gifted with it. Passed out drunk with it. Known to take it for granted. Notorious for stealing it. I'm lucky to have known them.

They do not truly know who or what I am. In all of the universe there is more than one way to be... 
And sometimes it's not a choice.

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Dedicated to the Roller Derby Queen Dolores. Now you just guess which one she is LOL