Happiness Is A Sharp Knife

Uncle Bubba pulls out his pocket knife and quickly cuts a piece of rope. The short blade slipped effortlessly through the tautly braided strands of interwoven cotton and nylon. As he pressed the dull backside of the blade against the side of his dungaree thigh to close the knife, he thought, “Happiness is a sharp knife.” Why? Because it works. It does what it is supposed to do, efficiently and effectively. How many items do we buy in the course of a lifetime that frustrates us because when we try to use it, it doesn’t work well? Case in point; a dull knife. This is why Uncle Bubba resolves to keep his mind honed and wit sharp every day.