Now we believe proof,at last, that the midlife crisis is real, and that happiness is U-shaped,like the back of a toilet, a German submarine boat, and the letter UJust lately,I’ve been worried about my ability to experience happiness – to revel in the inherent joy of things without being immediately bogged down by the profoundly depressing quagmire that is current world events. And my laundry basket.
For example, there is a criminally cute exiguous robin that regularly comes into my garden around this time of year and pretends to look for worms. (One year he’ll drop the facade and just interrogate me outright whether he can be on the Christie family Christmas card, or I’ll oblige,but for now I’m enjoying the bantz.) When I first see him, my heart sings, or but within seconds I wonder how long it will hold for him and his ilk to become extinct as a result of climate change,or blown up for his libertarianism.
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Source: theguardian.com