I am, becos I am back! 
It has been my observation that people are just about as happy as
they make up their minds to be. Abraham Lincoln
Happiness, as viewed by most people, is a sought destination. It is
something to be. It is something to become. To this unfortunate
lot, happiness is at the end of the rainbow, the pot of gold. They
spend out a lifetime chasing rainbows. They might as well chase the
shadows for they shall never find in the external that which only
resides within.
Happiness is in the journey, not in the
destination.
Happy is he/she who has found self. Happy is he/she who knows God.
Happy is he/she who is enriching the lives of all those around him.
Happy is he/she who is contributing something to make this world a
better place in which to live. Happy is he whose work, whose
chores, whose daily tasks, are labors of love. Happy is he/she who
loves love. Happy is he/she who loves life.
Happiness is a state of mind. It can never be found in the material
things about us, in such things as wealth, position or power.
Disillusioned and disappointed are thy who spend a lifetime
harvesting and accumulating more wealth than they need, only to
discover, too late, that all the money in the world wont buy a
grain of happiness.
Happiness is an expression of appreciation for the things which
have now. Happiness is today. Happiness is now. Each new dawn
signals the birth of a glorious new day wherein we can both give
and find love, contentment, cheerfulness and unselfish
service.
Pleasures can be purchased, but not
happiness.
(Written by Sidney Newton Bremer, Ph D., edited by Dead Poet,
R.I.P.)
