Happiness is not my goal - my push, my thrust is toward being the man, the person, the soul I was designed to be, to accomplish all set before me, to love in truth and in kindness, to be truly compassionate, to be honest, to have integrity. I will fail at all of these, from time to time. All I can hope for is that at the end of my life, the abacus beads will lean more heavily on the successes than failures.
