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Show Flames of Happiness That Need Never Die I always think of happiness an a flame. I always have, all my ltfe. It'a Juirt a fane; of mine, but lt'a as clear aa anything. Fire a lighted fire throwing a gleam across the grayest day, an indistinguishable fire. Because, Be-cause, however It dies down, yon can find embers at the heart M Its ashe i and build It up again with what you have. Almost without knowing It, almost al-most in spite of yourself, you do Just that. Yon take what you have: love, of course. If yon are one of the lucky ones who have It, or friendship any. thing that means happiness to yon. Sometimes the fuel that comes to your hand Is the Joy yon have In your own mind, In learning and thinking, to books and plays and music. Sometimes ' It's religion. Most people, after they're older, keep it burning with work, hard, clean work and the little things that make It crackle Jokes and nonsense non-sense and bits of singing and laughing. laugh-ing. Now and then, of course, you pile It with the driftwood of your ambitions, am-bitions, and your dreams shoot np and up. It's a fire that costs you something, some-thing, happiness; but you keep it go-tng, go-tng, as you keep life going. I suppose sup-pose because It Is Instinct to preserve what's yours From "The Flames of Happiness," by Florence Ward. |
