A Black Friday Poem

Photo credit: me

Happiness is not a trophy to be hunted
It is inborn like your breath and blood

There is no trick to its access, no inward shortcut 

Become rich with experience, observe and absorb 

Collect knowledge, hoard new skills

Be comfortable with few thing, yet practice self care

Souvenirs do not a warm memory, make

Be present in every moment, even the tedious, the terrible, the troubling

Feel every feeling

Your body is home, treat it well 

And your mind with compassion



Happy people are not grateful

Grateful people are happy 


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