Habits For Happiness Novels & Stories

“All this time…I thought it was just me.” “I know,” he whispers, his voice thick with regret. “I’m sorry.” “I guess I now know why my attraction for you is habitual.” “What d’you mean habitual?” “Well, how do I put this now?” she permutates in her thought, pondering the impeccable analogy to explain her meaning. “Okay, let’s see it this way… we learn how to swim in water as kids, then we don’t swim for a while—even if we find ourselves in water again after so many years we will still float. That is the easiest definition of habit. It just stay stuck in your brain, especially when you learn it pretty early in life.” She pauses for a bit, and continues explaining to make better sense of her po

"I'm referring to you. Or at least the version of you who will get a promotion in six months." I looked at him for a moment. He was sincere. That was the worst part about it—he actually believed I could, even when I wasn't entirely sure that I could. "You'll mess up," he went on, voice dropping slightly. "That's fine. But the point is, to mess up only occasionally. People forgive blunders. They don't forgive routines." That again. Habits. "Say the one with your finger," he instructed, pointing towards me. "People forgive mistakes. They don't forgive habits."

A small smile curved her lips, and involuntary my eyes flickered to them, "Finding happiness in the little small things." It was like she was speaking another language. Confusion tightened my brows and I curiously asked, "So, what makes you happy?" She kept her eyes on me, "Drinking my coffee in the morning," She started, listing the most basic things any human being could have, "Sitting beside the sea, listening to music and just not think about anything," She added, "Reading a good book," She didn't seem to be thinking hard about this, "Speeding down an empty road with a good car like yours for example," She cracked a smile, "Seeing my best friends after so long," She pulled into a deep br

"I don't know... But is it my fault that I felt as joy as I did when I heard from his own mouth that I was the reason for his saneness? He didn't even name drop, but is it against the law for me to think he's referring to me?" "I just want to have fun… to experience being happy, Harold. Is that forbidden?" I secretly wiped the escaped tears from my eyes, forcing myself to smile at Harold. "If yes, I'm sorry." "Irene..." I shook my head, a sign that I wasn't asking him to explain to me. "Don't stress yourself with these problems I have engaged in. Thanks for reminding me that assuming one thing that doesn't have any clarification or credibility is not a healthy habit… So, I will try to get ri

I turned on my phone and charged it while fiddling with it. I have a habit of finding things through search engines. On a whim, I typed 'ways to calm the mind' into the search bar. A series of articles and videos appeared immediately. I clicked on the origin of a video, watched it, and then moved on to another video. I also opened social media until I accidentally found a quote about my current situation. "The easiest way to be happy is to lower expectations," I said, reading the quote. It seems like this short quote is more relatable than motivational and self-development videos. I recalled how upset I was when Richard cared about Krystal to the point where he was delighted calling her in h

If hours of strength manipulate cancer to health, then why can’t, in more convenience, you cannot smile your way to logic, to love? Now you calculate. You’re teaching self of positivity for 7 hours. If it bestows you better health for 7 hours next, then it means there is a route there. There is a path stretching that side of earth. There is some hope, at least, which you can explore, which you can witness, you can enroll in. You go through it.

He also makes time for his hobbies, like music and photography. As James spends more time with friends and family, and with his hobbies, he starts to feel a sense of fulfillment and joy that he's never felt before. He finds himself more present and grateful for the life he has. He also feels more connected to himself and his purpose. He realizes that true happiness is not about what he has, but about who he is and the connections he has.

Hunter I want to scream out loud to the seven winds, but I can't. I want to punch half the world, but I can't because I would be arrested in a matter of minutes. I lock myself in at my gym for at least an hour, which is when Selena is doing her stretches. I can't balance my state of stress and happiness. My happiness is summed up in three little surprises that will appear quickly, and my tensions will possibly be after these little surprises come to life.

“If I feel like doing something, I go for it. Cause if I feel like doing something, then it's something I wanna do and if I do it, it'll make me happy.” “Running a red light?” They shared a wholesome laugh. “I think, what makes humans unhappy is that they spend too much time thinking about whether or not to do something. All that time they take deciding is happiness getting wasted, cause at the end of the day when you do decide to go for it, it doesn't feel as exciting as it felt when you first thought about it.” She was saying. Hunter noticed that she had stopped fidgeting. “When you think about doing something, do it while you still have that excitement.”

"You're home. I've already prepared a bath for you. Have a bath first. The food will be ready once you're done." This was how I had visualized happiness. I opened my arms and hugged him tightly. "Why are you home so early today? Don't you have to work?" Sean explained in a gentle voice, "My manager said that I'll be transitioning in my career, so he has chosen a movie role for me. He asked me to increase my workouts and not appear in public for some time." My eyes lit up, and I leaned in to bite him. "So, you'll be free recently, won't you?"