I think I just met the happiest man in the world. Based on his smiling, joy-filled demeanor, carefree walk, and glowing aura I assumed he’d cracked the code to living happily in this broken world.

“What’s your secret- I must know,” I asked after just a few minutes of sitting beside him on the train, examining his unique way of things.

“What _secret_?” He replied, as if completely unaware that his joy made him stand out from every other copy-and-paste gentleman in the world.

“How are you so happy? Even with _everything_ going on?”

“My dear, that’s no secret at all. You’ve gotta _choose_ happy, it won’t just happen to you.”

Just as I’d prepared my inquisitive follow-up questions, the train came to a halt.

The happiest man in the world had reached his train stop, leaving me behind to wonder.