Joy in living comes from having fine emotions, trusting them,
giving them the freedom of a bird in the open. Joy in living can
never be assumed as a pose, or put on from the outside as a
mask. People who have this joy do not need to talk about it;
they radiate it. They just live out their joy and let it splash its
sunlight and glow into other lives as naturally as a bird sings.

And those who have and exhibit the joy of living are never
those who have been without care, sorrow, failure, disappointment,
and discouragement. They are rather those who have suffered
and conquered, and who are willing to bear their share of the
vicissitudes of life uncomplainingly.

The joy of living never comes to the frivolous, the superficial,
the selfish. We can never get it by working for it directly. It comes,
like happinedd, to those who are aiming at something higher. It is
a by-product of great, simple living. The joy of living comes from
what we put into living, not from what we seek to get from it.