Who knew that happiness was quiet? It is not exuberant exhilaration. It is a placid lake. It is sitting still. It is warmth in my belly.
Happiness is accessible. It is within. It is without. It is expansive. It reaches out.
Happiness is knowing with certainty that no one is disconnected, separate, or alone and that there is absolutely nothing that we must do.
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