Happiness.
It is soonest found in useful distraction-
(the better, if socially sanctioned)
Look for usefulness, find distraction
and with distraction, happiness, hurrying behind.
Hope may thin
but usefulness- never.
Inexhaustible, the sense of it.
There is no mistaking it.
It is beyond the withering breath of cynicism, doubt.
anything, anything
that gainfully wiles away time, while we await
the more or less inevitable operations of Nature.
Useful distraction, yes.
Therein is happiness.
Tend your garden,
Build your city
Stop, you think.
Think, it begins, the trouble.
Now and forever
let us cultivate useful distractions.
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