Shouldn't…but Do

I found happiness today.  It was a  miraculous find, considering I also paid a $4,132.03 legal bill – which pretty much represented all I had left.  No relief in sight.

But I digress.  I found happiness.  Tucked way back in a cubby of my ancient roll-top desk.  Marvelous thing my desk – old, solid, golden oak.  Quiet and warm, like the best of friends.

Happiness – it was back in the shadows, an antithetical Pandora’s Box.  Happiness, rather than vice,  trying to escape darkness.

I haven’t seen happiness for a long time.  It is carved in quartz.  You have seen them, pithy words, borderline if not outright cheesy,  inscribed in stone.   Opaque white, rectangular, polished, mineral striations throughout.  I cannot remember who gave it to me, or when.

No, it does not evoke happiness within me, but instead curiosity, which is almost as good.  Reminiscent of Hope, that quality left behind when all else fled Pandora’s Box,  the only curative for the evil men do.

I have happiness in my hand now,  smooth as I turn it round and round, I had forgotten what happiness felt like.  I never noticed –  it is inexpertly inscribed – a bit crooked.  All the more appealing.

No point in searching for happiness, looks like I had it all along.  And it is good money cannot buy happiness, because I am broke.  I never thought much about happiness before, I just tucked it away somewhere a long, long time ago.  But I could like happiness again, I think.