Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
-Ernest Hemingway

Wow, really? I mean, I suffer from a bit of anhedonia, a twinge of transient melancholy, myself from time to time. But the Papa Hemingway’s generalization surprises me. Well, not really. He did kill himself with a shotgun.

Wherefore – or perhaps notwithstanding which – let us with IQs above room temp set forth to dispel this misbegotten misconception. Let us be happy!

And no fair getting stewed on adult beverages or recreational drugs to do it. … Endeavor to Persevere!

Let me know how it goes for you, OK?