When you try to hurt me, I laugh, and laughter knows no pain.
I appropriate your joys whenever I find them. Your sorrows neither discourage nor frighten me for there is laughter in my soul.
When I got the thing I want, I'm glad but temporary defeat does not make me sad. I simply set music to the words of defeat and turn it into a song about laughter.
Your tears are not for me. I like laughter much better, and because I like it, I use it as a substitute for grief and sorrow and pain and disappointment.
Life, you're a fickle trickster, don't deny it!
You slipped the emotion of love into my heart so you might use it as a thorn with which to prick soul, but I have learn to dodge your trap with laughter.
You try to lure me with the desire of gold, but I have outwitted you by following the trail which leads to Knowledge instead.
You induce me to build beautiful friendships, the convert my friends into enemies, so you may harden my heart, but I sidestep your fickleness by laughing off your attempt and selecting new friends in my own way.
You cause men to cheat me in trade, so I will become hard and irritable, but I win again because I possess only one precious asset, and this is something no man can steal - it is the power to think my own thoughts and be myself, plus the capacity to laugh at you for your pains.
- Anonymous

