When Happiness took up residence in my body it nudged aside a few dark organs of doubt, a few molecules of guilt, huge vacuoles of fear and enormous quantities of liquid shame flowing through my veins donated by my ancestors.
Happiness then took up its microphone and commandeered the stage in the center of my chest and made them all hush for a while so it could speak.
“No more fundamentalism,” it said. “No more black and white thinking. No more walking on egg shells around angry people. No more handing over your power to those who would wield it against you. No more hiding your light under a bushel,” it said. “Time to shine, baby, time to shine.”