I think if you asked my hubby what kind of a person I am, he might tell you I am a bleeding heart. I am not sure how I even became that way. Perhaps it is because I feel there is too much sadness in the world. Perhaps it is because I wish I could spare the people in my life unhappiness. I want all of my loved ones to be happy as if it is some magical cure to ensure a well-rounded life. Wave a wand, be happy. Next.

But wait…

happiness is a pursuit. Something we all strive for and may never attain. Happiness is intangible. You can’t catch happiness but you can certainly share it. Each of us is responsible for our own happiness. Yet, time and again we lose track of it. Where does it go? Why can’t we keep a firm grip on it? How do we get it back? I think peace and happiness are mates. When you know peace happiness is always right there.