Seeking For Happiness Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You both got lost together, so your main goal is to find the right path to the happiness you create for yourselves." "I create it myself? Isn't happiness something you find?" Berli asked innocently. "We create our own happiness because each individual's happiness is different. Some might be happy just getting a blue candy, which might be ordinary for others. Some might feel happy just getting food that suits their taste. The yardstick of happiness for each individual cannot be standardized. My happiness and your happiness are surely different, right?" Berli nodded, looking at Lyyana admiringly. "We have quite a big age gap, don't we? But why are you so much more mature than me? Is it becaus

Yet here I am, drawing circles on her lower back as she drifts in and out of consciousness. Me, though, I'm wide awake. Sated, but awake. And I can't stop thinking about what Mari said earlier about being content. People always talk about chasing their happiness, but what if that's the root of most relationship problems? What if that's been part of my problem? What if there is so much pressure to be happy, when happiness isn't something you can be every minute of every day anyway? What if being content, with lots of sprinkles of happiness, as Mari describes it, is actually a healthier, more realistic goal?

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.

"Anna, I want nothing more than your happiness. If there's something missing in your life, I want to understand and support you. Tell me, what is it that you're searching for?" Tears welled in my eyes as I confessed my deepest desire. "Victor, I've always had a passion for helping others, for making a difference in the world. I feel like there's a calling within me to contribute in a more meaningful way, to dedicate my time and energy to causes that are close to my heart."

"I don't want to leave my beloved Peach; I'm not ready yet. Why me? Am I that bad? I didn't remember hurting anyone. Why do I have to suffer this dreadful illness? My husband will be very, very sad and lonely once I'm gone. I don't want him to cry; I don't want to leave him in sorrow. What should I do now? I'm praying to all the deities if anyone could hear my prayer. Please allow me to live a little longer, or at least don't make it too difficult for my beloved Peach once I'm gone. And if possible, if the reincarnation was true, I want to see my Peach again. No matter how many times I am incarnated, I always want my husband, Peach. I always want to be by Peach's side, by my beloved's side.

"I still wait for the day when I can show the small beauties of life to someone, but there are no fools like me in this vast world. Perhaps they exist, yet they must be distant, enjoying the same sky with other eyes yet the same thought. "It's almost imperceptible, those little felicitations few know how to enjoy and admire; I'm proud to say I am one who loves such things. Society, our modern world, is so worried about money, about work, about what other people will think of you, and simply forget about what happiness is. It's not only finding love, setting up your family, having money, or have the job of the dreams. It's just about being happy and living your life to fullness. One thing i w

The question came out of nowhere, or out of the specific somewhere of the Sunday evening, the second batch, the kitchen warm, the garden dark. Alexander looked at him. The question was not a small question. It was not a question that could be answered with a simple yes or no, not really, not if you thought about it. Happiness was complicated. Happiness was not a state but a direction, not a destination but a way of traveling. Happiness was the second batch, maybe — not the achievement but the ease that came after the achievement, not the work but the reward for the work. But Alexander did not overthink it. He did not analyze. He did not qualify.

Is this how it’s always going to be? Will I ever be happy? I just wanted peace. Not perfection. Not a fairytale. Just peace. But even that feels too far away now. They say not every story has a happy ending. Maybe they’re right. But God… if you’re listening… I just want one moment of happiness. Just one. Please.

Seeing Farrah’s sheepish reaction, Arabella withdrew her teasing. “Very. I am very contented.” Farrah replied with great satisfaction on her face. “I hope you too will find your true happiness someday.” Farrah added with sincerity. True happiness. Two words that carried a very deep meaning. Very easy to say but very hard to find. All wanted it but only few found it. Arabella’s heart jolted when she realized that she belonged to those many people who wanted it but it was very hard for her to have it. Who doesn’t want to be happy? Who doesn’t want to find true happiness? The more she wanted it the more tragic her life became.

I paused, answering frankly, "Just thinking about what to do in the future." "Cleaning and cooking. What else can you do?" he scoffed. His casual jab didn't rattle me. I was used to it. For eight years, I had dropped everything for him. My life had been centered around him. I had forgotten the dreamer I once was. Eight years back, my mom was dying. When I desperately needed money, Gideon showed up with a contract, offering five million dollars for me to marry him and help him deal with the opponents in his family.