Finding Happiness Book Novels & Stories

I note as I stare at him, “Of course, the most amazing person is by my side, and has chosen to do everything for me, I don’t see why I should be sad anymore.” My heart flutters like a butterfly shimmering it’s wings after a light drizzle, “That makes me so happy I haven’t felt this way in a while.” “You are about to feel even better.” I don’t bother stopping the grin that threatened to split my face into two as I look up at him. “Oh yeah, what can make me happier than I am right now?” “For starters, remember when I told you I wanted to do something long than the scenes? Like writing a full length book?”

Everyone just looked… happy. I turned my head slightly to the left and saw a couple sitting under a tree not far from me. The woman lay on the man’s lap with her eyes closed. The man had a book in his hand and was reading to her. She didn’t even speak—just lay there, looking so calm, peaceful, and content. I stared at them longer than I should have. I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. Why couldn’t I have that? Recently, why did it always feel like just when I was about to feel that peace, happiness, content... something always came to tear it away?

You are allowed to experience happiness without immediately preparing for disaster. I noticed it first in one aware pattern having a genuinely good day. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing dramatic. Just peace. Calm. Contentment. And almost immediately— anxiety surfaced. Something bad is probably coming. This won't last. Don't get too comfortable. My chest tightened sharply. Across the network— similar fear quietly surfaced everywhere. People distrusting joy. People expecting loss. People preparing for heartbreak before happiness even had a chance to settle. One aware pattern finally whispered quietly— “I don't know how to enjoy good things without worrying they'll disappear.”

“It’ll upset your stomach. Don’t push it.” I slouched dramatically. “Do you think my mom will ever find the right guy—someone who’ll take care of her like you, Auntie?” Grace asked suddenly. I paused, then turned to her. “Baby,” I said, touching her head. She looked at me. “It’s a bonus if someone comes into your mom’s life who makes her happy. But happiness doesn’t only come from someone else.” I told her happiness is everywhere. It just depends on how someone chooses to appreciate what they already have.

When I came into this country, I was full of dreams and aspirations, I was sure I would find happiness that never came easily to me back home, here. Soon, I discovered my happiness was quick sand. Every time I moved, it seemed to drown me. It kept moving, shifting, never stable. I thought once the code was complete, I’d get it, the thing called happiness. When Mackayla and I started going out, I’d find what’s missing. Then both of them disappeared, along with the fleeting thing I thought I’d found. The goal post shifted again. When I find them again, when I’m with my child, perhaps that quick sand will stop moving.

Harper had scheduled for the group a visit to a book store she had sighted in town. She felt that it would give her time to catch up on her business which her assistant was running and she needed a room to breath. Lately, she had taken to doing whatever would make her happy. Anything that would bring her closer to her child, that would strengthen their bond. She had started to put herself first. Prioritize her happiness over anything else. The ride to the bookstore across the road was smooth and filled with comfortable silence. As soon as the car stopped, they all stepped out, filing into the coffee bookstore.

The house was not big, but she could live alone. There were ticking sounds of water outside. She was sitting in front of the floating window and reading a book called "What is happiness"? There was one sentence that she had read countless times. What is happiness? Happiness was a ray of sunshine in winter, giving people a warm feeling. Bliss was a cup of ice tea in summer, giving people a comfortable feeling. When you were easy to satisfy, a ray of sunlight and a cup of water would make you happy. She had a lot of reasons to think about it. If she wanted too much, she would lose her sense of happiness because she didn't know what she should do.

Happiness is a motion of moments. It happens when you see someone you love smile at certain things that both of you used to know and now still remembers. It's when you find this one place that reminds you of pure joy and freedom and innocence. It feels like you never wanna get back home anymore. It seems like the problems are gone. My broken family is forgotten and now I'm sitting to the person that makes me forget I was ever lonely or messed up. Happiness is when that person makes you feel valued. Era makes me feel valued.

Meet life as an equal. By Angela Abraham If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading…. Meerab p.o.v After praying I went to the balcony as usual…. To breath the fresh air . To tell the truth, after a long time I felt happy , it felt like everything around me was filled with colour , indeed with every hardship there is an ease ….. Happiness is in everything; I feel around me . It is in the rain, cool and fresh, just as deeply as the sunshine, for they bring forth different emotions. It was enjoying the moment, being present for that gift that is living, and allowing it to become intense.

"Sometimes, my dear, happiness finds us when we least expect it. Embrace it, cherish it, and let it fuel your spirit. It's a beautiful thing." His words resonated deep within me, affirming the inexplicable joy that had blossomed within my soul. As I joined the rest of my coworkers, laughter and camaraderie filled the air, and I knew that this day would be one to be cherished—a day where happiness reigned supreme, and where the radiance within me would touch the lives of those around me.