The human capacity for joy is extraordinary. Several instances come to mind. Schubert, sick and penniless, having taken his last possession to the pawnshop (his beloved violin), borrows it from the friendly vendor during the hour that the owner goes out for lunch, and in those precious moments he composes the "Ave Maria." This melody still has the capacity to transport me to heaven, or to a place very much like it. I think also of Dante, who lost his beloved during his youth and wrote about his journey through the torments of hell. He also wrote of his ascension to heaven, where his beloved Beatriz was waiting for him. There we find no resentment, his heart being filled with a love so magnificent, that this joyful love becomes uncontainable. We believe him as he arrived to his final words: “By love, which moves the sun and other stars”. Or the story of a friend of mine who was remembering the poverty of his childhood, and how he was going through some pain watching other children play with their spinning tops. He knew that his parents were so poor that they could not afford to buy him one of those simple toys. A moment later, his father came to him holding a top in his hand. My friend noticed the uniqueness of this top: His father had made it for him with his own hands. "That was my father”, my friend said with tears of remembrance. There too lived the joy. Joy is found in the most unusual places: a spinning top, a poem, a song. I think of the contrast between the laughter of children, who may have few possessions, yet fill their days with creativity and imagination, while wealthier children become numb with video games and bored with all sorts of commodities. Joy is found in activities not in possessions. And even the smallest of these joyful children will tell you that joy is not found in a troubled-free life but in spite of trouble. The bees collect such small particles of a flower, yet they end up making the sweetest honey. The same happens with joy, which being made of little things ends up being enough to fill a heart. And that joy is capable of reaching many other hearts. Words filled with joy move us; the same with songs, and stories. There is something in joy that does not die. Want to put your possessions to good use? Find the use that they offer you, and give away what you do not use. Go under the night sky and see for yourself if the stars are moved by love. Discover the people who live around you, the story that they are making with their lives. Help others get closer to their dreams, or help them re-ignite their imagination if they have lost the spark of life. Be more instead of having more, for at the end, it is your being that you offer to the world, and everything that you need in order to be is already there, with you.