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And why am I still happy?
The lake described in the poem, I know that in reality I will never come across a land that nobody owns, and every body of water eventually ends instead of going on and on.
This is not a real lake, but the poet knows where it is, and he knows how to reach it.
I have my own lake and I know how to get to it. Perhaps that’s what life is all about. To find your own LAKE, a state of mind where one is unburdened by the crueler influences of society.
A LAKE owned by no one where we can treasure the beauty and peace it brings.
Happiness does not come from ignorance or apathy. Happiness does not stop feelings and expressions of sorrow, either. It comes from feeling complete, it comes from being mindful.
That’s why I am happy.
I hope you stay happy and content for quite some time. It is a good place to be!
I hope so too.
A good place to be, Bridget
So true. I had skinny-dipping on my mind.
A perfect place to be!
So true. We are having a heat wave and going outside is torture right now.
Just spent 3 days on the shores of one of my happy lake places.
I am glad you guys could do that. It sounds heavenly.