William Shakespeare
Does everybody deserve happiness
Verily, doth the question of whether each and every soul ought to be bestowed with the bountiful gift of happiness ponderously dwell upon mine thoughts. Forsooth, 'tis a subject of weighty import, laden with profound implications and evoking the profoundest of philosophical musings. Yet, in mine humble opinion, I beseech thee to consider, what is happiness but a fragile flower, that bloomed with the sweetest fragrance, yet fades with the fleetingness of a summer breeze? Should we, then, venture to deem it a universal birthright, or rather a capricious treasure that cometh and goeth as the tides of fortune dictate? Methinks it is a tempestuous trail to traverse, for in the fickle nature of worldly existence, the scales of happiness are unequal in their balance, tipped by the whims of chance and the arbitrary strokes of fate. Some, perchance, are born amid opulence and crowned with the laurels of joy, whilst others languish in the murky abyss of suffering and despair. Yet, dearest reader, should happiness solely be determined by one's circumstances, or is there a deeper substance which lies dormant within the human spirit, seeking to ignite a flicker of joy even in the darkest night? Doth not the very essence of our being yearn for joy, for mirth, for an effulgence that transcends the limits of earthly bounds? In truth, happiness may not always manifest in opulence or in the plenitude of possessions, but more so in the eternal treasures of the heart and soul. A pauper may find contentment in the rustling of leaves, a bard may rejoice in penning the sweetest verse, and a mother may be blessed by the tender touch of her child's embrace. 'Tis not the externals that breed happiness, but the innermost state of one's consciousness, for joy rests in the eye of the beholder, and therein lies the capacity for all souls to be the architects of their own alleviation. Yet, in contemplating this enigma, we are compelled to ponder the intricate intricacies of our intricate world. Wouldst it not be an injustice to those who, through no fault of their own, endured privation and wretchedness to claim that all shall merit the same felicity? For in doing so, we overlook the very diversity that characterizes our human tapestry and belittle the triumph accrued through strife and adversities overcome. Therefore, verily I say unto thee, whilst all souls are deserving of the possibility for happiness, 'tis not a guarantee by divine decree, but rather a symphony to be composed through a lifetime's labor. For in the crescendos of joy and the dissonance of sorrow, we discover the harmonious rhythms by which our lives truly dance. And as our mortal coils unfurl, let us strive not merely for individual bliss, but to foster a world wherein the abundance of joy is shared, where compassion reigns, and where the pursuit of peace becomes the lodestar of each and every soul. For in this collective endeavor, we may find a semblance of happiness that transcends all boundaries, encompassing the entirety of humanity in its embrace.