On the surface, I seem an unlikely candidate to write about being happy.
I am often sad and sometimes without an easily identifiable cause. I sigh a lot and have been known to say to God on many occasions, “Lord, it is so hard being human.”
I know he knows what I am talking about, even though my life experience is like a banquet in comparison to so much of the real human suffering we hear about in the world.
Yet the smaller sadnesses we feel - the isolation, the loneliness, the longing - are very real forms of suffering, too.