I saw this posted the other day, and it occurred to me that, on my worst Mondays, I found a way to be happy. Some of my retired friends are happy people, and some are not. Some Mondays I wake up happy, and sometimes it takes a while. Happiness isn't a product of your work history. It is a state of mind that you control. Epictetus, Seneca, and Marcus Aurelius all experienced far worse tragedy, illness and other problems that you or I ever have; and, they were able to have the wisdom to understand that it was their reaction to life that created or destroyed that elusive concept we call "happiness". I will likely never "retire"; yet, I would call myself happy. I have friends who are "happily" retired. So, what do I call a person who is happy on a Monday? Alive and above ground, and who knows where happiness comes from. Have a great week.
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