Happiness
has
no
weight
and
it
has
no
measure.
It
can’t
be
bought,
and
it
can’t
be
loaned;
it
can’t
be
borrowed,
it
doesn’t
resist
calculus,
because
it’s
not
material,
by
the
material
standards
of
our
world.
It
can
be
only
legitimate.
False
happiness
is
not
real
happiness,
it’s
only
illusion.
If
I
knew
how
to
make
calculations
for
measuring
feelings,
I
would
say
that
happiness
could
have
size.
It
could
be
great,
small,
fitting
in
the
palm
of
my
hand,
or
being
as
large
as
the
world.
Happiness
is
wisdom,
hope,
wanting
to
go,
wanting
to
stay,
present,
past,
future.
Happiness
is
confidence:
faith
and
belief,
work
and
action.
We
can’t
be
hasty
about
being
happy,
because
happiness
comes
slowly,
as
one
who
cares
for
nothing.
To
be
happy
doesn’t
depend
on
money,
it
doesn’t
depend
on
health,
nor
power.
Happiness
isn’t
ostentation,
nor
luxury.
Happiness
is
the
unfastening.
It
isn’t
ambition.
We’re
happy
only
when
we
know
how
to
care,
and
how
to
lose,
to
suffer
and
to
pardon.
Happiness
is
only
possible,
when
we
know,
over
all,
how
to
love,
when
we
know
how
to
live
a
loving
life.
