Happy

One day I got tired of picking through sand on the beach trying to find one particular grain. My eyes were fixed on the palm of my hand; my focus intent on searching until the whole beach was combed.

Day after day, I searched. Soon, I realized that the more I searched, the more happiness eluded me. Every grain I held brought me lower until I accepted that every one held its own measure of sadness.

Finally it happened. Not for my relentless search, not because I had completed my task, but be...