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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."

Why did I throw that all away? I fiercely wiped the tears away from my cheeks. Why can’t I just be happy where I am? Andrew has found happiness without me, I should be able to do the same… I buried my face in my pillow and screamed—a guttural, primal scream that shook me to my very core. I just wanted to be happy, Goddess damn it! Why could I not be happy? “It’s never too late to grab for your true happiness, wherever that might lead you,” Jeffrey’s words echoed through my mind.

Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid. Inside wasn't any better: the cold AC; black TV screen; the bookshelf that occupied the greater part of the right sage green wall, containing things on psychology, philosophy, and books on the human mind. He could even spot Ben Carson's "Think Big" written across the spine of one of the books. There was a large portrait of he, his ex wife, and his daughters anchored to the side of the shelf. They looked happy with their brooding smiles that stretches the jaw, silver teeth and a calmness from their posture...they were too happy even, only that in Aaron's head, happiness was relative

Everyone kept on running towards a dead end but keep on figuring out how to fight, how to climb up even though there was no way to run anymore. An achiever that made his or her dream come true didn’t truly become happy. There was something they kept on missing while they chase their dreams. It piled up and when they reached the finish line---- it was over. They recognized it but it was too late to do anything.

"It does. " "The world needs your smile. " He rolled his eyes. "God needs my frown. He should not be pleased with his children. " She wondered why she thought of a quote that was contradictory with her statement but backed his up. She frowned. Don't care what the world needs, it said. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it. Because the world wants people who come alive. She remembered that it had been Howard thurmans quote. But could everybody be born an original? Here was an original sitting before her, ignorant that he was misled by a thinker whose philosophy did her no good. She wanted to tell him that life wasn't about pursuing happiness... You would end depressed. Happiness was with

Some of the faces you could see were happy to see me return and others you could see were not so happy to see me return as that meant they would be moved back down the pecking order again. I was shocked to see that Mary was one of the ones that were not too happy to see me return. I had always thought that she was my friend and that we would stay friends when I resigned. She was the first one that was nice to me when I started out and she was the first one that helped me out, getting the job done when I was still confused about what to do and where. I did hear that she was up for the job that I had gotten and I asked her when I heard if she was okay with it and she assured me that she was fi

When I came into this country, I was full of dreams and aspirations, I was sure I would find happiness that never came easily to me back home, here. Soon, I discovered my happiness was quick sand. Every time I moved, it seemed to drown me. It kept moving, shifting, never stable. I thought once the code was complete, I’d get it, the thing called happiness. When Mackayla and I started going out, I’d find what’s missing. Then both of them disappeared, along with the fleeting thing I thought I’d found. The goal post shifted again. When I find them again, when I’m with my child, perhaps that quick sand will stop moving.

She paused, looking out at the horizon of attentive faces. “We are much more afraid of being happy than of suffering. Because suffering is familiar — we have learned how to move through it. Happiness is unknown territory. It’s where we wait for the other shoe to drop. This book is about learning to stay in unknown territory without waiting for catastrophe. It’s about discovering that you can be happy without being wrong for it.” And this third one was a declaration. The passage she chose to read was from the central chapter, the excerpt that had been the hardest and most honest to write:

Chapter 1 George tightened his hand on the straps of his backpack as he walked towards the canopy of trees. This was it, he told himself. A dream of years was finally achieved. Quasi-orgasmic excitement, like the kind he experienced a few hours ago with his girlfriend, sped up his spine, and warmth flooded his chest. He found himself whistling a tune. It was a medley of Pharrell Williams’ “Happy” and Michael Bublé’s “It’s a Beautiful Day.” It was a happy tune and a testament to his feelings and the truth about his situation. He was indeed happy, and at that moment, it was the most beautiful day of his life.

Barry and Brian were happy to that joy finally found happiness They didn’t interfere. They didn’t advise unless asked. They just stayed—together, steady, unafraid. One night, walking back to their dorms, Randy spoke about what had been sitting in his chest for days. “I used to think happiness meant waiting for the next thing to go wrong.” Carlson glanced at him. “And now?” “Now I think happiness is choosing to stay even when you’re scared.” Carlson smiled softly. “We’re good at that now.”