I do believe it is the wish of every heart to be happy.  It is a measure of the awesome power of this wish that we will burn up our lives with fear and anger to avoid admitting to ourselves this simple desire.   Somehow our wires get crossed, and we come to believe that our bitterness will cure us of our fear, and somehow that will bring us closer to fulfilling our hearts’ desire.  The curious thing is, the wish to be happy itself is enough to dissolve the barbs and splinters that catch on our tenderest feelings.  Despite everything we have been through, this part of ourselves remains intact, and glows with love:  to wish ourselves happiness is the simplest blessing of all.