I feel like people often approach happiness as if it’s finite, a limited resource in need of conservation. Happiness is not a zero-sum game, though: if other people are happy, that doesn’t preclude you from being happy too. Yet, if we’ve been wronged by someone else or if they have something we covet, it can feel like our happiness and theirs are mutually exclusive. If they’re happy, we may believe that our own happiness is contraindicated. That’s crap. We’re tied together, that I do believe, but we’re not tied together like that, stuck on some screwed up seesaw of animosity. Besides, being happy for people who haven’t been nice to us may be the final word in forgiveness. I’m not there every day, but I’m working on it.