Unhappy

A disturbed and deeply troubled individual went to a psychiatrist to relieve his anxiety. He awoke melancholy every morning, and he went to bed in the evening deeply depressed. His day was marked by darkness and clouds. He couldn’t find relief for this anxiety. In his desperate condition, he decided to seek the counsel of a medical doctor. The psychiatrist listened to him for almost an hour. Finally, he leaned toward his patient and said to him, “yyo know, there’s a local show at a theater. I understand a new Italian clown has come into our city, and he’s leaving ‘em in the aisles. He’s getting rave reviews from critics. Maybe he is the one that will bring back your happiness. Why don’t you go see this professional clown and laugh your troubles away?”

With a hangdog expression, the patient muttered, “Doctor, I am that clown.”-