I have little patience for the blind joy of those who fail to see the sufferings of the world. I am skeptical of those whose joy seems forced, happy no matter what befalls them. But there is another joy - deeper than the good times and bad times life metes out, stronger than our best attempts and sorest failings - a joy that lifts us when we cannot lift ourselves, a peace that grasps us and returns us renewed.
What examples have you noticed of the "blind joy" Barbara notices? When have you experienced the deeper kind of joy that transcends circumstance?