Every moment when someone is happy
someone else is enduring an anguish
we shrink from imagining.

On every side are sights
that are grotesque
harsh,
infinitely sad,
infinitely heart-breaking,
and yet touched,
now and again
by a magical beauty.

What can we do
What can we do
we can be unhappy.
We can brood
in our imagination
and be selfish
in our miseries. or
we can force ourselves to be happy.

nothing else is within our power
we can be happy
in spite of all.


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