Joy

I  thought it would be different and it was so much better.

I felt something I wanted to change and knew I couldn't, that no words could ever come close to expressing what I was feeling, and I wasn't sad.

I saw that I could be more loving, tolerant, non-judgemental--that these qualities were all in me--without straining for effect.

And that I could live among those who have fewer of these qualities and chose not to exercise the few they have.

I began to see children much more clearly, how beautiful they are, that they have everything I don't have including what I've given them.

And that things that can't be measured are the things that really count, like sincerity.

If joy has a time the time's right now, far more immediate than melancholy which always happened yesterday or the day before that.