Novel & Cerita Happiness For Beginners Poem

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

Hate the joy of happiness Incline to perfection Receiving love is rare Give away the peace you achieve More to life Than mere words Happiness surrounds Beyond the weak Establish rare phenomenon Reach out to open stars Let there be storm If it enables you to win over Caring is a fresh start Make the most use of peak Come establish peace I have culture I have affinity To even dust Making most of stars Sleeping up high In the sky Far from the hour of dispute Is the joy that climbs Up high This is life This applies Mistaken by prosperity I reach new heights In the mind That occupies Peace Good will And charm Of world again Happiness - The instinct of the great Come establish thought Real is some

I turned back to look at them again and again as I walked away. For a brief moment, it felt as if I could see the Wendy of my past life standing among the crowd, waving at me. Her lips moved, as though she were saying something. "This time, make sure you find true happiness!" I nodded silently to myself. I knew I would.

I lie here awake but I’m not one to pray, everything’s changed but now I’m okay. I’m rattled this time, can someone lift my chin, keep my head above water before I’m too deep in. I’ve never had problems, where do I begin, but it’s not a problem because I’m just being human.’ I had always liked poetry and this particular one actually got to me because I felt I could relate to it in a weird kind of way. “Poetry is light, poetry is love. That’s a poem written by an anonymous poet on i*******m. Pstar7….”

She said proudly as walked to the mirror to make sure her lipstick was intact. “Yeah I know, but thank you would be more appreciated” he said as he grabbed his car key ‘Thank you’ is one of the words that is missing and will never be found in Flora’s dictionary. Even when it is finally found, she hardly says it. She will never say thank you because thinks she deserves all the attention and worship or probably because she’s a proud as a peacock, there’s no need to be appreciative. Gregor knows this but never fails to tell her how beautiful she is, because if he doesn’t; then trouble and drama is bound to start.

At my breaking point, I once broke down in tears and asked, "Layne, will you only truly belong to me if we get married? Then let's get married…" His eyes had turned red. He held me, thinking it over, but he couldn't give me the answer I wanted. "Aren't we already happy like this?" Now, hearing those same words again, I didn't even have the strength to argue. I looked at him. "Layne, let's end—" A sudden wave of nausea hit me. My stomach twisted violently, and my whole body shook. Layne rushed forward to steady me. "What's wrong? Your stomach acting up again?"

Happiness is fleeting, but that is what makes it so valuable. “That’s tomorrow,” I remind myself. “This is today.” So I push back those thoughts of what might happen next and focus on this moment, this beautiful shining moment. Because today, after many struggles and battles, we have found love and happiness. Even if the rest of our lives are only a handful of days, I plan to live each of those days as a gift from the universe itself, starting with this moment.

I should’ve cared more about my happiness and less about what others might say. I placed my hand over my chest as my heart suddenly pounded harder. I could feel it vibrating against my ribcage, and it made me breathless. Just thinking about him filled me with so much joy, it physically showed. I couldn’t deny it anymore—I was truly happy. I silently prayed, asking the universe to let me hold onto this feeling. After all the loneliness and pain, I just wanted to be happy… with him.

I’d really like to see you just one more time. My eyes crack open, blinking against a world where I’d rather not be in to. I’m like a water without a bottle. Unsafe, vulnerable, easily polluted, easily abused. I beg the world for a container. It gave me muck. I beg my Aunt for mercy. She break me beyond repair. When I finally get to experience the word ‘happiness’ I only see in other people’s face, it was taken away immediately. My existence is nothing. He was my happiness. And I get to witness my happiness killed with my own two eyes.

"Kayi mannaton ke baad Mere ghar me aayi hai khushi Nazren bacha ke waqt ki Mene churayi hai khushi Darwaze pe baraat apne Saath laayi hai khushi......" (After many wishes, happiness has come to my house, Hiding from the eyes of time, I have stolen the happiness, The procession has bought the happiness at the door) ——————————————— I hope you guys liked the chapter. Signing off...... ~Zaveria akhtar