Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on January 18, 2022 by Jan Wilberg

The boy at the end of the road won a pony in a contest.
The pony was tied with a long rope to a stake in the ground. Kids from around there would ride their bikes to the boy’s house, a place that looked like a farm but wasn’t, to see the pony.
The pony ate all the time and got very fat. No one ever tried to ride the pony. There wasn’t a saddle, just a halter.
After a while, no one cared about the pony or envied the boy for winning him. We all rode by without stopping.
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Unexpectedly poignant.
Oh my, this is heart-wrenchingly beautiful.