The Trouble (?) with Happiness

You know the problem with being happy? Being mature enough to accept happiness moment by moment. I want happiness to sit still and stay put. Don't move for the rest of my life! It's kind of scary to be happy. And it is very, very risky, as many of us know who have buried mates and children. It's a very big decision to give away one's heart...when we were younger, it was just a natural thing to do. I'm becoming quite sure that our earlier thoughts of mature life being more settled and predictable were absolutely inaccurate! Surely, we thought, we would be ready for the challenges of growing old...and I suppose, we are ready. We're spoiled...we don't want to know that death and the wearing of our bodies and minds is as natural as being young was. Once we were supposedly young and healthy....and now we already find ourselves with disease processes and have already had joints and organs and systems repaired or replaced. Funny, we're like a menagerie of plastics, ceramics, titanium, and nanotech yarns. Bionic everything! Some functions are better than ever. Add this to the fact that all our cells are replaced within days, weeks, or years...I guess we might consider ourselves 'new and improved.' Go for it...go where angels fear to tread.  One more time....