Happiness is often the quest of peeling back the layers we’ve built up for ourselves. Removing the stuff that is supposed to make us feel more, but actually smothers who we are: clothes, drinking, busy-ness, excuses.
There is no “set” definition of happiness because we each create our own meaning.
Feeling like anyone but yourself feels like one long night.
I know happiness.
Number one: Don’t hate.
When you worry about things going wrong in advance of them happening, you’re creating your own private hell in an otherwise peaceful and beautiful present moment.
Being happy is awesome. I mean, who doesn’t want to be happy? On the other hand, to be happy is to be dependent on what’s happening.
They’re thoughtful and go out of their way to let others know that they’re appreciated.
“Never say no to lending money. “