Poetry About Being Happy Novels & Stories

It was a moment of pure, unadulterated joy—a reminder that even in the face of adversity, there is room for happiness. The rain continued to pour, soaking us both, but I cared not for the inconvenience. I was filled with a renewed sense of vitality, a zest for life that the rain had ignited within me. With each drop that falls, I felt a deep sense of connection to the world around me, as if the rain was cleansing my spirit, refreshing my perspective. At that moment, amidst the rain and Robert's concern, I found a glimpse of serenity. And as the storm raged on, I couldn't help but let my smile linger, grateful for the unexpected joy that had washed over me.

She stated in a low tone. "No~" Someone answered, so her eyes widened in shock and glanced beside him. She found out that it was Kai since it is already obvious, judging from the tone. "Why?" She asked, "I just wanted to be happy, yet the world doesn't allow me to," He answered, "Being happy is a choice, you shouldn't pass it to the world," He glanced back at her, "If you wanna be happy, be grateful for what you have. If you wanna be happy, tend to see the positive and happy side than the negative and sad ones. If you wanna be happy, learn to let go of the things that are hurting you. Most importantly, never expect, and never assume. We are just here, okay? You're not alone anymore, nor us b

Through her truth bombs, the words slipped out before I could stop them. "If I’m supposed to be happy for her, why can’t she be happy for me? I’m happy with the man who loves me, who appreciates me, who actually wants to be with me. I’m really happy for once. Why can’t she do the same for me since I let her have her happiness? Why can’t she let me have mine?"

The tall trees around make it just so perfect. I free my hands, swirling around. I don't care about the hired servants that roll our luggages behind us, this' a great environment. I feel like lying down to roll around everywhere, oh my goodness, I've never felt joy like this before. "You're so glad." "Yes honey, I'm indeed glad as you can see." I reply in a carefree style. Our servants smile at me as I continue in this euphoria, I can't bottle up my happiness because of protocol.

Live,laugh,enjoy every second right now so that you can't say I didn't do that later on. I am not a poet nor is this a poem, These are just words trying to tell you for what you should cherish and cheer for everytime. Your time means so much to me that I can't describe, But this is just a wishful attempt to make your day one of the best of your life.

Valle walked quickly down the street, his heart light and a grin on his face. He felt an unexpected rush of happiness, a sense of joy bubbling up inside him like a newly opened bottle of soda. He couldn’t quite figure out what had made him so cheerful, but he didn’t mind. Maybe it was because Alexa had been showing him more affection lately. She had been more attentive, making him feel wanted and cared for. Baby Rahilla, too, had started to giggle whenever Valle was nearby, reaching out her tiny hands as if she couldn’t wait to be held by him. Or perhaps it was the steady progress he was making toward his goal. Whatever the reason, Valle embraced the moment, enjoying the warmth of it all.

at least Happiness is an elusive goal that will make you tired of chasing it. Happiness is an end, while unhappiness lies on the opposite side. It is a situation on one extreme and misery on the other. If you look back at the times when you felt happy in your life, or thought that you were happy in them, I can assure you that it happened to you at the same time. Other extreme feelings associated with this feeling. time of birth of a child? You felt excited, right? I was surprised, right? I felt relieved after the successful delivery; is not it ? But did you feel happy? I'm not sure 4

I stood up, made a fresh coffee, and stood at the window, looking out at the garden. When was the last time I had truly been happy? Not just feeling purposeful or useful or busy with the mission. Just happy in the simple, ordinary way the word was meant to mean before I spent three years replacing it with work. The rooftop bar came to my mind first. Laughing hard at something I had not seen coming. A real laugh that bubbled up without permission. That made me happy. Then the library. Two quiet hours lost in two different books, no words needed between us. That made me happy.

I am glancing at this cute, chubby doll looking all bubbly as she runs around with other kids at this park. She has played almost all the games here, and now, after making me and Andy run around like kids playing with her, she is having a great bonding time with other kids. Looking at her, I feel so content. Seeing her this happy and free fills my heart with joy. She is happy. Andy is happy. I am happy. I will do anything and everything to make sure their faces remain this bright. These smiles are my source of happiness.

I said and closed my eyes and raised a glass in toast to our fallen. To the living, I am gone. To the sorrowful, I will never return. To the angry, I was cheated, But to the happy, I am at peace, And to the faithful, I have never left. I cannot be seen, but I can be heard. So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea - remember me. As you look in awe at a mighty forest and it’s grand majesty - remember me. As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity -