A thousand times a day our love of happiness is cut short by our even greater fear of it. Even a little cheerfulness is checked if it goes on too long. If we find ourselves laughing with complete freedom, singing in the shower, or maybe just whistling loud enough to be overheard, the old anxiety begins seeping in. Our “frivolous” mood is being called into question. For some nagging reason we must resume a “serious” state of mind, although just why this is helpful or proper we are not quite sure.