I hope you find Your Happy. the kind that makes your bones ache and your eyes bright and the wind into poetry.
I hope your laughter becomes the punctuation at the end of every sentence and someone you love is there to fill the gaps in conversation
I hope the Happy expands inside you pressing from the inside out, stretching like a balloon, until you float above the dirt roads and grimy cities and office chairs and phone calls
I hope the people take notice and though they try to pull you down you rise, and bring them up to meet you and let them borrow some of your air so you can float together.
I hope you come to realize that Happy is poetic, too and though this world is twisted, dark there is always light somewhere in every situation every person every town if you know where to find it.
I hope you remember that Happy is a choice rarely easy, but always possible and the world needs one less cynic and one more dreamer, and that person is you.
I hope you find Your Happy and I hope I find My Happy, too.