Last night Michelle and I were on a date. We ended up at at a furniture store to look at some things. We ended up talking to a very nice salesmen who shared his story with us briefly. Having lived in Houston before, Michelle and he talked about the area.
It turns out he's Jewish. He mentioned some tragedies he's experienced and how death doesn't frighten him.
I asked if he has a local synagogue he attends and he said he hasn't been for many years.
At one point he mentioned pursuing happiness.
I asked, "where does happiness come for you?"
As an intro to his answer he said, "well...it comes from yourself."