Happiness is like a genial, exotic aunt

A reporter reminded Elvis Presley, just before he died, that he’d once said he wanted to be rich, famous and happy. “Well,” Elvis replied. “I’m lonely as hell”.
Thomas Szasz, defined happiness as, “An imaginary condition, formerly attributed by the living to the dead, now usually attributed by adults to children and by children to adults.” But Lara Adair, writing in Glamour magazine, said, “Happiness is like a genial, exotic aunt who turns up when you least expect her and then disappears, trailing a lingering scent of gardenias. You can’t command her appearance; you can only appreciate her when she does show up.”
The point is happiness is an attitude. It belongs to those who’ve learned to count their blessings and appreciate them – those who are at peace with themselves, with others, and with God.

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