Being Happy

I see them all day, and never with a smile on their weary faces. For me, the happiest time of day is when these nurses give me my candy. After the candy goes down, I’m happy all day.

With all this endless singing, dancing, and laughing, this is definitely, no questions asked, the happiest place in world. I do sometimes wonder what if I stopped the act. Then I start remembering the outside. Everyone else outside chooses to work miserably just to live in constant suffering and regret. It’s hard acting crazy, but at least I’m happy.

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