For donkeys, happiness is the carrot dangled before them
which inspires to continue on the path of misery.
For sheep, happiness is the greener pasture beyond the overgrazed enclosure
whose access is guarded by the shepherd who works for the slaughterhouse.
For hungry lions, happiness is crossing the path of a distracted donkey or sheep.
For dinosaurs, happiness is knowing you can never become extinct.
For poets, happiness is a beautiful and eternal poem
that has never and can never be written.
For a happy person, the concept of happiness is superfluous.
For depressives, the concept of happiness is insult added to injury.
For children, happiness is something grown-ups talk about.
For adults, happiness increasingly becomes associated with childhood.
Happiness is overrated; suffering is more dependable, though less enjoyable.
Arise, let us go from here.