When you ask people what is joy? It is not something done, it is. It just seems to be what nothing else can touch. It is an emotion that can lay next to happy, content, even blissful. But, the word joy just lives in a separate state, it seems to me. It is the only word that gives you a clear look at what one is feeling when, well, joyous. You know it when you see it. If someone says they are happy, but they live with anger or with jealousy, you worry about them, because they do not know real joy. I guess, sometimes, all you can do is try to scatter the joy you know, and use "faery dust" when you can to sprinkle it around. Some will scream, "You got that crap in my eye you moron!" Some will just feel a little better and not know why. Some will see the sparkle in life more than before. Some, though, some will use it to fly. When given a chance, fly.
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