Novel & Cerita Poetry About Being Happy

Happiness blooms in our souls like a rose in the middle of a meadow. It’s the warmth of a genuine smile, the embrace of laughter’s gentle caress. It dances in our hearts and paints our lives with so much gratitude and joy. Today, I’m overcome with happiness. In our little corner café, Clara and I shared some quality time together even with Geon following me everywhere. Lorenzo thinks my life is still in danger although Gustav is in the wind and he can’t seem to find him or his mother.

Or probably those kids might be the children of any of these vendors. “Princess!” Jayden called the moment she slipped from his grasp. Clara took it upon herself to play with the young ones until their mothers were ready to return them home. Happiness—the kind she had never felt before—bloomed in emotional warmth as flowers opened in spring. She was always told when she was a kid that happiness was in everything. She just had to invite it in. It was in the cool rain and deep sunshine, or even when chopping a home-grown vegetable. The point was even in the simplest thing, people could find happiness. Before, Clara didn’t know what true happiness was. This newfound feeling that touched her hea

I had everything I had ever wanted, and I knew that I would never take it for granted. As I woke up this morning, I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness wash over me. It was like the sun was shining brighter and the birds were singing louder, as if the whole world knew that I was happy. It was a feeling that I couldn't ignore, nor did I want to. I reveled in it, letting it wash over me like a warm summer breeze.

What is clear is that I feel so incredibly happy and the signs of that are truly felt to this day. God, keep my happiness forever, I just want to be happy and no more tears and I want to let go of all the grudges that are inside me so that everything becomes a link that can never be endured even at any time. I am truly very happy beyond anything, and I feel that this is something that no one can ever deny. D wow, I hope this is the best way ever to achieve my goal like what you have destined, namely to become the number one queen in this universe side by side with the most powerful king in this world.

I like the calm in my heart and the weightlessness in my chest. “You’re happy. I’ve never seen you this happy in any of our sessions.” Because I didn’t fully understand the meaning of happiness, now that I do, I don’t need to do much. Happiness is like a tonic, only that you don’t have to drink it. You just have to love and be loved by the right people. “I am happy for you.”

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’m a fucking piece of meat and that’s how I find solace in this misery that I’ve been locked up throughout my whole existence. Am I happy? Yeah, probably, maybe, somehow. I’m satisfied with getting temporary happiness out of the temporary people that I met because that’s the only way I know I could taste happiness. Happiness in permanence is just allergic of me and no matter how I tried to embrace it in full glory, it just keeps on escaping out of my hands.

Grace “ How happy? ” Tristin asks as we both stare at the moon’s reflection in the lake. My loose, wavy hair sways with the cold breeze, and my heart swells with peace. “ I don’t know. I just know…I can feel the happiness deep in my heart, and it’s not a kind of happiness that’s fleeting. It’s a kind that will settle into my bones and become a part of me. Whenever I remember these moments, I will always smile, Tristin. ” I whisper, my eyes beginning to burn with the intensity of emotions.

They will be happy to be your safe place. I started to write poems and stories when I was eight; being very shy as a kid I used to write a lot. Writing down my feelings gave me happiness. My diary was my very first friend, one who would never judge me but will always be there to listen when I pour my heart out. A very wise woman once told me that, there would be times when I may feel very lonely between people and won't be able to figure what I want. At these times, I'd find home in my words, in my writings. When everything around me gets darker and the reality starts to bite, I tend to write stories and create characters and weave a beautiful, happy story with my words. I'd give it a happy

Her tears at that time falling for me felt like a huge universe gifted my way which I was ever ready as I could be to grasp tight. I was a fucking moron to hurt her time by time. I wanted her with me. Her heartbeats to synchronize with mine. She was it for me and I wanted myself to be it for her. But not anymore. \'''If I were a poet I would write sonnets Dedicating to your beauty with utmost honest! If I were a priest! I would preach your love with utmost sweet! But Alas! I'm none of the above In your world, I am just a wild beast!'''/