Vicarious joy. You forget it exists and you stew in this seething envy of other people’s happiness and then you remember your training. Where have you been all my life, friend? To be happy not in spite of other people’s happiness but because of it? What magic!
Vicarious joy. You forget it exists and you stew in this seething envy of other people’s happiness and then you remember your training. Where have you been all my life, friend? To be happy not in spite of other people’s happiness but because of it? What magic!
Until you forget again.