In the pursuit of happiness, we're hurt, we're miserable, we fall, we cry. Ironic?
In order to be happy, we can be so selfish that we sacrifice others' happiness. Or, we can sacrifice our very own happiness and still say we're happy. Ironic again?
While we roam the world to look for happiness, we go through hell, we get ourselves bruised and battered.
But then again, without the hell-like torment that teaches us how to spell perseverance, without the tears that make us see things clearer, without the falls that give us the strength to pick ourselves up, will we still be able to enjoy happiness? Without a contrast between the good and the bad, will we know the taste of the good?
What exactly does it take to be happy?
In order to be happy, we can be so selfish that we sacrifice others' happiness. Or, we can sacrifice our very own happiness and still say we're happy. Ironic again?
While we roam the world to look for happiness, we go through hell, we get ourselves bruised and battered.
But then again, without the hell-like torment that teaches us how to spell perseverance, without the tears that make us see things clearer, without the falls that give us the strength to pick ourselves up, will we still be able to enjoy happiness? Without a contrast between the good and the bad, will we know the taste of the good?
What exactly does it take to be happy?
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