pot of gold

        I used to feel sorry for the leprechauns in my grandmother’s stories. All they ever wanted was the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. No matter how much they schemed and maneuvered, it slipped through their fingers every single time. Now I wonder whether maybe they were chasing the wrong thing.

“Our happiness comes to us only when we don’t seek it. It comes to us when we seek others’ happiness instead.” Peter Kreeft

“Love your neighbor. . . .” Matthew 22:39