I believed happiness was a quiet shy thing
Like the debut of the first red leaf of fall
Like hearing a busker sing your favourite song at city center
Or a impulsive fleeting thing
Like a flash of pleasure in the night
No,
Happiness is everlasting
And enduring
And determined
And calculated and measured and precise
Like the well-calibrated blueprint of a skyscraper
Like the marble columns of grand central
No it’s not evil or selfish or calculating
To execute the master plan of your happiness
SUBLIME COURAGE 
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