Joy

“Man is more himself, man is more manlike, when joy is the fundamental thing in him, and grief the superficial. Melancholy should be an innocent interlude, a tender and fugitive frame of mind; praise should be the permanent pulsation of the soul. Pessimism is at best an emotional half-holiday; joy is the uproarious labor by which all things live.”
~G. K. Chesterton

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Elsa said…
I especially love the last line: "joy is the uproarious labor by which all things live." This is so apparent in the spring, summer and fall when nature's joy cannot be contained, but the subtlety of winter has a way of capturing in solitary moments this same wonder. It's the lone song of a cardinal surrounded by white landscapes or the intricacy of a snowflake on a warm windshield a second before melting that finds joy still in the making.

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