Happy does not even require a smile.

The fictions
in our own lives
about our own lives
can bring us happiness
or sadness.

We’re not sad for the reality.
We’re sad for the neverwas.

Fictional happiness leads to
Fictional sadness.

Happiness that is real is of a much
different nature and does not have
the appearance of the fictions in any way.

You know when you’re happy.
You carry it with you through sadness.
You carry it with you through giddiness, and
giddiness is what most people mistake for “happy”.

Happy does not even require a smile.

It’s from a deep, endless reservoir that never empties,
an engine that keeps turning without fail.

Kenneth Udut, Christmas Day, 2015

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