Beneath an expanse of blue, rose a pathway snug to the meadowland. Birdsong notes danced from the trees, then into stepping stones grew. At first I watched them hover, defying gravity. Then, up them my wildest dreams did leap with me following close behind. Up, up, up! To the disco poet’s loft!
When you goal is born of a sense of joy, especially when the road is one of suffering for others in addition to the self, there will always be some sense of happiness along the route.
Joy is an essential part of the recipe of life, so let it in, everyone needs it for good health. If nobody is giving you chances to feel it, seek it. Give those chances to yourself. It is so very important to have this instinctual sense of joy, this knowledge of the goodness, this navigation system to love.
In the quiet moment, when all the world is put on pause, when I am so very lucky to see right into your eyes, I have a wordless definition for joy.
"Charlie, without joy every sweet thing is bitter; cake is guilt, wind is cold, rain is depressing. With joy they are uplifting; cake is rich, wind is refreshing, rain is cleansing. Every small thing in life is a moment able to nourish the soul if we let joy in. Live with awe, humbleness, present in each moment and the gifts of life will fill you to the brim, so much that your joy will overflow and make better the lives of all around you."
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