A smile?
A laugh?
A joke?
A secret look between lovers?
A night out?
A night in?
Do these things make a person happy?
Or do they leave them wanting?
Imagine, if you will,
A place where happiness is not a question.
It just is.
How does one measure happiness?
I have asked myself this very question,
Every minute of every day,
And every sleepless night.
What does it take to be happy?
And why do we chase it so?
Written in March of 2007.
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