Joy in living comes from having fine emotions, trusting them, giving them the freedom of a bird in the open. Joy in living can never be assumed as a pose, or put on from the ouside as a mask. People who have this joy do not need to talk about it; they radate it.
And those who have and exhibit the joy of living are never those who have been without worry, sorrow, failure, disappointment, and discouragement. They are rather those Who have suffered and conquered, and who are willing to bear their share of the vicissitudes of life uncomplainingly.
The joy of living never comes to the frivolous, the superficial, the selfish. We can never get it by working for it directly. It comes, like happiness, to those who are aiming at something higher. The joy of living comes from what we put into living, not from what we seek to get from it.
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