All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

Joy kept entirely to yourself tends to thin out. Something in pleasure wants a witness, and the moment you hand a good thing to somebody else it doubles rather than halves. Solitary delight is real, but it fades faster and leaves less behind.

Think of the last piece of good news you kept quiet about, and ask why. When something goes well this week, tell one person who will be glad for you rather than filing it away. The telling is not vanity; it is how the thing becomes memorable.