Happiness For Beginners Novels & Stories

“All the time. Especially at first. I felt guilty for leaving. Guilty for finding someone new. Guilty for being happy when I’d spent so many years being miserable. Like I didn’t deserve it somehow.” “Exactly,” I breathed. “That’s exactly how I feel.” “But here’s what I learned,” Maya said. “Happiness isn’t something you have to earn. It’s not a reward for suffering enough. You deserve to be happy just because you exist. Period.” Dr. Benson nodded. “That’s something we’ve been working on in your sessions too, Zara. The belief that you deserve good things.” “It’s hard to believe that when everyone you’ve trusted has hurt you,” I said.

“I have never seen her wear any good clothes or even smile happily. She was always in a hurry to pay the bills and loans. Now that her business is starting to take off I am really happy for her and happy for my brothers that their art is also being appreciated.” “And this home, we have grown here. I remember times when it was only me, my dad and mom. We were a happy little family. My parents were really young, but were in ove you know. In three years the twins were here already. My father was the happiest man when he held us three with mom by his side. He always called me princess and said mom was his queen. And now now that he also had his knights in shining armor his life was full”

Tessa's words struck a chord, reminding her of the emptiness that often accompanied her ambitious pursuits. The woman continued, her gaze unwavering. "You see, Cindy, happiness is found in the little moments – in the laughter of our children, the warmth of a shared smile, and the comfort of being loved unconditionally. It's about cherishing the present and finding contentment in the love we give and receive." Tessa's sincerity cut through Cindy's facade, leaving her momentarily speechless. For the first time, Cindy felt a twinge of self-reflection, questioning the choices she had made and the path she had chosen to pursue.

Happiness is simple. Seeing our loved ones smile at us is more than enough. Their happiness can make us feel happiness too. Just as Amar and Axelina feel for now. The love that came to their hearts because of God's intervention. Feelings of hatred that turn into love. Love that doesn't have to force each other, let its own heart feel slowly but surely.

So, here I am a mere orphan who was having a free shelter for almost a month in this hospital. I was leisurely walking to the hospital garden to have some fresh air, consuming the beauty of the area when I bump into someone. "Oooppss... Sorry!" I said to him. "It's okay, I'm sorry too, I was not looking" he said to me. "You speak in Thai, can you understand me? are you okay?" I ask him. I don't know but I feel excited, maybe staying here for almost a month I miss talking to someone who can understand me.

Then she remembered what Danrick told her before he left her in the airport. "We pray God for miracles. We pray to God for our happiness. But sometimes, we have to make the miracle happen. We have to do something for our happiness. We can't always rely on others. We have to take matters into our own hands. If you want to achieve that happiness, do something about it. Don’t just sit in a corner praying for it to happen. Do something to make it happen. Always rememeber happiness is a choice. And if Adam is your happiness, then go for it. Make yourself happy. You can do it, babe. For your child… and for yourself."

The moments when she felt whole. She picked up her pen and began to write. I never thought I would be happy. I spent so long being scared. Scared of losing Silas. Scared of losing the apartment. Scared of losing myself. I did not think I deserved to be happy. But Ezra taught me that happiness is not something you earn. It is something you choose. Every day, I choose him. Every day, he chooses me. And every day, we build something new together. I do not know what the future holds. I do not know if we will stay in this apartment or move somewhere else. I do not know if I will ever publish my story or keep it hidden in a drawer.

People from all walks of life start coming to the meetings, and they share stories about how gratitude and mindfulness have impacted their lives. So, as the "Happiness Club" spreads to other communities, it starts to get some pushback from people who are skeptical about the whole idea. Some people say that the group is just a bunch of "hippies" who are out of touch with reality. Others say that the group is just a feel-good fad that won't last.

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.”

The word someday remained unexamined, unburdened. He realized something then. For the first time, joy was not attached to an outcome. It was attached to trust. Later, as they sat together on the couch, Nathaniel spoke again, his voice quiet. “I’ve spent so long preparing for loss that I forgot how to prepare for happiness,” he said. Lillian leaned into him slightly. “You don’t prepare for it. You let it happen.” He smiled. “That’s uncomfortable.” “Yes,” she agreed. “But it’s also good.”