Maybe we’re afraid of being happy, because when we’re happy we’re vulnerable. Because happiness is dangerous… it’s toxic. It elevates you to heights you’ve never climbed before. It lifts you higher and higher. Blind. Senseless. You feel nothing but beauty. You will get caught up in the clouds, and see nothing but the sun. But then it will start to rain and you’ll slip back down. And that fall will hurt. The beauty will be replaced by pain and climbing back up will seem almost impossible. Maybe remaining down below eliminates the risk of falling, and maybe that’s why we’re scared to death of happiness.