Happiness is the feeling of bliss, of pleasure, of gladness, of cheerfulness, of joy, of glee, of bliss, of delight, of exhilaration, of ecstasy. But knowing the definition is not knowing happiness. To know happiness is to get to know a friend. You get to know him by name, but later on you spend time with him, to really make a bond that will last.
I’ve met happiness. In those few moments of the greatest smiles shared with friends with similar likes, in those events of exhausted triumph at the end of a long, tearful journey, in those special chances of forgetting about what makes up something, but seeing it for the beauty it really is.
But happiness, like any other friend, can be forgotten about, can be missed, can be lost, can be jealous of… but happiness is a kind friend that’s just waiting for you to come back to him, once you find the grandness of the smallest things, when you appreciate what you missed out on all along.
Thank you for bringing happiness to me, 3A and ma’m. Happiness isn’t the most important thing, but it makes everything that much more. It makes it easier to love, and harder to let go of, but more importantly, easier to love. :)
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