I have often wondered if children play because they are happy or they are happy because they play. There are scores of books written on the subject of being happy or finding happiness, just as many self-help articles, and there are people that devote a lifetime of study on the subject. I’ve been wondering why happiness is so elusive to many of adults that from the outside have the good job, nice house, supportive friends and no war or political strife in their lives. And then I see other adults that are struggling to make ends meet, may live in unusual accommodations, have friends that challenge them at every turn, are politically or socially active, and yet have a sense of happiness and purpose that is palpable. They are almost childlike in their pursuit of a life that gives them pleasure. We tend to call them selfish, or self-centered. We also are skeptical at their ability to prioritize playtime as an essential part of their daily life.
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