Whenever I consider complaining about being in my house for the past ten weeks, I remember that the Dalai Lama was forced into exile in India in 1959 from his home in Tibet, and Desmond Tutu was in prison in South Africa for twenty-seven years.  If they can write a book about joy, anybody can be happy. I'm reading their Book of Joy today and am somewhat surprised by the Dalai Llama's contention that "the purpose of life is to find happiness."  This is an enlightening concept given the misery in the world, and the cruelty and violence I'm seeing on TV this very moment in Minnesota.  It is a book about friendship and love between two men who have suffered greatly in life but have come to the realization that three factors have the greatest influence on increasing happiness: our ability to reframe our situation more positively, our ability to experience gratitude, and the choice to be kind and generous.  I love this from the book: "Wherever you have friends that's your country, and whenever you receive love, that's your home."