William Shakespeare

How can I be happy

How can I be happy? 'Tis a question that vexes me so. I have pondered, and I have thought, and yet still I do not know. For, if I seek too hard, happiness may allude me still, And if I do not seek at all, I'm doomed to a life of ill. Perhaps I must find a balance, between toil and ease of mind, For if I work too hard, my joys shall surely be confined. Yet if I do not work at all, how then can I be true? For it is through labor that we find the greatest joy anew. My happiness must come from within, a heart that's light and free, When I can laugh and love and live without a care for thee. Yet I must not forget that joy can come from those around, For it is through friendship that our hearts are safe and sound. So how can I be happy? I must work and I must play, I must laugh and I must love, I must seek joy every day. For if I make the effort, happiness will surely come, And I will live a life of bliss, more precious than a sum.