Joy

Joy is not being rich, it is not in luxury nor is it in intoxication. It is that little outburst of happiness when you eat your chocolate, when things go your way, when you realize things around you. Joy is always within you. It is realizing that wherever you may be, there either is or was or will be better times. It is what gives you strength and capacity to move forward despite what is behind. It is the hearth of hope in the harsh winter. Joy is etched into life. observe it.

Yours secretly delighted,

Anonymous