There are many who have no job. Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest, thank you, Lord, for life. If happiness were a thing to be earned, it would belong to only the very few. If it could be claimed or demanded like a possession, it would belong to tyrants and the very wealthy. It cannot be grasped or held too tightly, but it must be gently held as a child holds a butterfly.
Happiness is a shy thing.
It eludes those who try to command it. It comes like a love-starved puppy to those who wait patiently and expect it. To all who are chosen for this sought-after prize, the Creator of all good gifts will shower it down like rain from heaven. Everyone desires it, yet not many have experienced it in its purest form. Children seem to have the best grasp on what it is made of but are not interested in dissecting it to explore its true essence.