You don't have to work for happiness, you have to accept it. Most of us learn over a lifetime how to stymie the joy. School and family, the church and the government and social mores all pile on to make us cautious, serious. We learn to grieve, pout, retaliate and blush.
Here comes Ronny, suggesting that you skip, smile, whistle and dance when you feel like it. If they make you wear pants, you might want to just go somewhere else.
Be thrifty so that you won't be someone's burden, but, you know what? Giving that homeless guy a few bucks isn't going to threaten your standard of living. In fact, if you shake his hand and tell him that you're pulling for him, it might just raise it a bit.
Think dirty thoughts when you can. You always can. Ain't no loving creator developed sex, only to discourage indulgence. This would seem to make sense for the heathen and maybe more sense for the devout. Don't let them tell you how to do it or whom to do it with, either.
Now, why, you may ask yourself, would you take advice from someone like me? For starters, I may be the happiest guy in the world. All I've done is try to stay out of the way of self-defeat. I don't claim to know much. Love hard like you did when you were a kid. You know, when you didn't know anybody was watching. Before anything ever hurt you.
If I loved any harder stuff would melt.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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