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People think that happiness
is something you stumble open,
a shimmering, hidden treasure
in an antique teacup or under
the rug in the foyer. Something
to be searched for, like an item
in a scavenger hunt, wedged
between "a picture of a statue"
and "a four leaf clover."

Happiness is a sculpture, a
work of heart that you fashion
with your bare hands, up to
your elbows in clay and dust
and sweat, running your hands
over the rough edges, cutting
yourself on your own passion.
Happiness is something you
labor over for days and months
and years, fixing, polishing,
reshaping, revisiting. You are the
designer of your own happiness.

Take up your chisel and create.
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Author's Comments

Probably move it to scraps at some point.

Different than what I usually write.
I kind of like it.

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I love the last line. Well, I love the whole thing, really, but that last line is awesome. And that's about as constructive as I can be right now. Haha.

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I'm not short -- I'm gravitationally enhanced. But if I WAS short, I'd be the coolest short person you'd ever see!
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Is that word supposed to be "stumble open" or "stumble upon"... anyhow i havent been here in awhile. going through my messeges checking out ur poems. my point is this is the best one so far...not trying to be mean just offering a word...later

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Ilost my license cuz i cant drive a log!
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i really enjoyed this poem. it is something i can see myself reading everyday to remind myself to work on happiness every day. Reminds me of this quote: "Happiness must be cultivated. It is like character. It's not a thing to be safely let alone for a moment, or it will run to weeds." - Elizabeth Stuart Phelps. Maybe this quote can give you some more poem imagery!

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