[1]I was on the phone with a friend today, who told me that he is happier than he has ever been. This friend is a thoroughly kind person, also handsome, gives back to the community, cooks well, and sends the best birthday cards. After years of complicated, moody relationships and a failed marriage, he finally met an equally good person who really loves him. I was elated at the news. Not for a moment, did I begrudge him his happiness. He had earned it. But what a weird idea, earning happiness? Is there a correlation between being good and being happy?
Image: Liebespaar (Lovers), 1967, by the influential artist, Sigmar Polke who died a few days ago.