The cynic chronicles 2 Happiness

I never picked up the paper that said happiness. I left it there lying in the street. The next day a friend came over to help me with my computer. I told him of the paper. I told him it must still be lying there though I had not noticed it after my first encounter. He had not noticed it when he came up so I decided to go out to find happiness but, I could not find it anywhere. No matter how hard I tried it just could not be found. As I looked around I did find other papers with words. The words are as follows: Transformation, Honesty, Openness, Enthusiasm, and Obedience. I gave up my search for Happiness, went back inside my house and contemplated the other words I found. "Nothing", I told my friend. "Happiness just can't be found". We left it at that. A couple days later I told another friend about happiness. She asked what I was intending to do. Would I continue to seek out happiness? I could make this a project of sorts. Hmmm. Possibly. After I realized I probably would not find happiness again I decided to move on to other things. Then one evening, at three in the morning, I got up to use the restroom. I took a book with me. A book about fearlessness. A book written with Girls and Women in mind. A book of short stories from around the world. And so I flipped the book open and there it was . . . Happiness. I found happiness again. At least for the moment. It had disguised itself as a Phoenix in a short story which takes place in China. The story "The Phoenix and Her City," tells that she is the bird of Happiness. "Wherever the Phoenix is, there is happiness" Maybe this was the transformation.