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Small Reminder

People often misunderstand happiness, even though we all seem to seek for it actively. The thing is, happiness isn't something you can seek entirely by yourself, alone. No, it is rather a goal only achieved when shared, fulfilled and portioned by those with whom you live.

Granted, we all are subjects to fragments of joy every once in a while, and as subtle as those moments of prosperity and caring can be, they are deeply imprinted in your mind. We may not even realise immediately, but we, in many instances, revisit those moments for strength, enlightenment, endurance.

The misunderstanding happens when your joy relies exclusively on your wealth, status, and possessions. Thereby, you may be giving into what your instincts want, instead of what your heart seeks. Spurts of opportunities to achieve happiness are repeatedly lost when our pocket overrules our most intimate sense of gratitude, and when greed makes us forget those who have carried us along the path.

Whether, whilst you smile on the outside, deep inside you want to shout aloud, then stop and rethink your life. Depressive thoughts are usually an expression of an unperceived or forgotten call. Naturally, the past rests impossible to change, except that what you've learnt still today from it right now is already changing your future. Start living up to your potential; act now and restore your path to the blessedness that your heart fetches beyond you.

Remember: Don't let yourself become prisoner of hopelessness. Start sharing the hidden lights you forgot you had, - your humanity-, and bring up the best of you to the world. Live along those you love, but never stop making new friends. Struggle, resist, and fight the good fight. Your shoulders can be sore tomorrow, yet your new rediscovered journey is carrying you closer and closer to the happiness you so want.

Keep straight on.


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