For a life yet lived

Happiness is no goal to have.

It simply does not exist.

But there are the little things that lighten the load:

Interactions, walks and long gazes at the red setting sun reflecting across a charity shop window

And when the melancholy refuses to budge,

there is the contented memory of times of glory.

And when it all gets too much and happiness appears to shine and glow on other peoples faces

remember they too are in revery of the memory of spurts of joy.

But it cannot be harnessed, in so much, that the setup of contentment is about all that’s readily achievable.

Pictures, snapshots do not show truth, the heart does and it can only be glimpsed at in the rare real moments of life.

Contrary to sentiment previously extolled,

there is joy and there is happiness, just fling a hook at it, catch and appreciate and tuck it away on a mantlepiece inside of a mansion full of experiences.

And when the time arrives, your kids and kids kids will love you and you’ll know what they want to know.

The wisdom of making any day worthwhile.