Once upon a time there was a young girl who appeared to be happy for no good reason at all.

Every time I saw her she would smile for days, share her happiness, and talk about the joy of her world.

What terrible, unrealistic expectations for anyone to have I would think.

Then, I would look at her the same way that someone with experience looks at someone presumed to have none– Innocent on the outside, while thinking inside, “You misguided soul. Wait until you have to face the truth. I used to be naive too. You’ll figure it out.”

Now, as I find a path back to the abundance of happiness inside of me, I can feel the resistance and wonder; why did I ever feel I needed a reason, to be that happy girl?