Sometimes he likes to run away. Sometimes he gets scared away by Life, and I don't always go after him like I should. I settle for his distant cousin, Gloomy, and his brother, Haze. "Two is better than one," I tell myself. I listen to music with the brothers, and I walk to the library with them, and we study together, and we interact with others. All the while, Happy is dancing and worshipping and sauntering through my past, a place where the brothers also sometimes visit. I like to keep the brothers around for a while because I guess I like the company. You see, I tend to forget easily. I forget that Happy is my best friend. that he loves me and wants to play with me and dance with me and worship with me. Sometimes I forget my Happy, and I need to be reminded to go after him. To chase him down and yell at the top of my lungs for him to come home! Sometimes I need to sit and drink coffee and read a book for Happy to come back. Sometimes I need to saunter through the woods and sit at the edge of a cliff and talk with Happy about all the times we've had together. And then we will walk home together. and laugh together. and it will be a wonderful day, the day I go off to find my Happy. He is surely a gift from God, and I am going to intentionally keep Happy close to me for as long as possible.
I hope you remember your Happy today.
Sometimes my Happy looks like this:
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