Love(Life)

She was getting a little frustrated, almost angry, asking me again why I could get so sad sometimes.

“I get so happy sometimes, too,” I said.

“I know,” she said, “but why not stay that way?  Why not be happy all the time, or almost all the time?”

“Because I’m in love with life.”

Her eyes lit up.  She thought she had won the argument.  She thought there was an argument.  “Then as long as you’re alive, you should be happy.”

I shook my head.  “I don’t think love works that way.”

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