Choosing My Happiness Novel Novels & Stories

I’m a fucking piece of meat and that’s how I find solace in this misery that I’ve been locked up throughout my whole existence. Am I happy? Yeah, probably, maybe, somehow. I’m satisfied with getting temporary happiness out of the temporary people that I met because that’s the only way I know I could taste happiness. Happiness in permanence is just allergic of me and no matter how I tried to embrace it in full glory, it just keeps on escaping out of my hands.

“You’re asking me why is it hard to be happy? Because in your case, you’re choosing to be not, Jada.” “Trinity or my happiness isn’t in your hands Jada. Same as with that Catalina, and to everyone else you know. We are the ones who create our happiness, there are just some circumstances that your happiness might cause pain to someone else but it’s part of our battle to deal with and it’s not being selfish.” “You’re just choosing yourself.” His words were like a knife peeling me off, but in a good way that I was coming back to my sanity, little by little.

They didn't want to hear my voice so I stopped talking long ago. I stroke the paper against her palm and she grabbed closing the window. I grabbed my tray of food along with my novel based on a fairytales. I loved them because of happy endings. I never hoped for a happy ending for me as I was happy with my books and the room. I never wished to come out of this room and threatened the happy ending of the people of my Kingdom.

“Someone who just wanted you to be happy.” A person who wanted me to be happy. The first person I thought is my mom. She was the only person who made me feel that it is important to choose a path where I can be happy and contented. When she died, I have no one to make me feel that way anymore. So like leaf, I let myself sweep along the wave. Do what the situation allow me to do. Think what the current happenings tell me what to think. Happiness is not a choice. It is an ending that no one was able to achieve.

They shared what had happened to them while they were apart. In the end, Myla plopped her head on the table and tapped the aluminum can while her eyes flickered with nostalgia. “I only just came to realize that I’m the one who has to work hard for my happiness. If I don’t work hard for it, the happiness will not last long. It’ll only be as short-lived as fireworks—beautiful for a moment before fading away. “If I had stopped Sirius from getting married half a year ago, I might be happy now.”

" he asked while his voice is dripping with loneliness. He's wealthy. He belongs to the top ten of most elite people in China yet in his whole twenty-six years of existence, did he ever felt truly happy? Working every day for something you don't like drains his energy every bit. He's tired but life repeatedly reminded him that he should keep going. Thus, it kept him hoping that someday, the discombobulated path he is in will make sense one day. "Happiness..." her soft voice awakened the wandering thoughts of Xiulan. "Happiness is not a state of mind, it's a choice, and it will be up to us if we will choose to be happy" Hah...happiness is a choice, for a person who was labeled by his older si

he said to me while directly staring at my eyes. My heart hurt for him, I'm such a bitch for hurting him he was the only one I have when no one is there by my side. I am a really bad person for hurting him and chose my happiness? All my life I was in pain is it really bad to chose my happiness. My tears won't stop falling when he goes to his car and drove off. I just want to be happy but why there are people who are hurting because of my happiness. I am really selfish to think of myself only?

“ He smiled as he tried to explain why he is different from them ”I am someone who can stand on my own. Living alone, i have gotten used in being like that. Life in the street is hard but I can say that I can stay there and survive“ ”But why would you choose hardship than... certain happiness?“ Anna mumble as she tried to ask lots of question. ”Living here and living on the street, i can't say whether what are the criteria to say that they are good to be stated as a path to happiness. Certain happiness you say? I doubt that even exist"

Anne's P.O.V The funny thing about life is we make plans and then it just happens, whether as planned or a completely different way. My current life may not have been as I had planned it, but if I had a second chance, I believe I wouldn't be changing one thing. After having heard the reasons why I wasn't chosen, I was happy that I had gotten amazing parents and that later on in life I had received an additional mother and father figure in Rachel and Harold.

He kept promising to put me through hell over time in a menacing tone. For so many years, I was neglected and treated like I was invisible. In the end, I jumped into the sea in a state of mental confusion and died. The absurd thing was that while I lingered in the mortal world during my final moments, I saw Sarah returning to the country in a flashy manner. She reunited with Emil. She didn't die and had been living well. She became an internationally renowned designer. Sarah and Emil's deep and belated love received everyone's blessings, and I was the only fool from the beginning.