be happy

For the past 9 years of my life, I have lived in a small, rural town of about 2,000 people. Beside a few days when I first arrived and a few days in-between then and now, this has been the most boring place I have ever lived. A long time ago, I would have said I was unhappy here for the reason that this town sucks. Or the fact that there is nothing to do. Or the fact that it rains or is windy at least 400 days out of the year. But now, I realize that it would be impossible for me to blame my unhappiness on a town, or the limited resource of entertainment, or even the weather. I have found out that none of these factors causes my unhappiness, nor could they ever do so. In fact, the only reason I am unhappy is because I chose to be so, not by any other outside influences. In order to be truly happy, I have to understand what being happy really entails.

Each morning at three a.m. sharp, John slides out of his toasty warm bed and plants his feet on the frozen lake of his tiled floor. Clumsily and with one eye half open, he pulls on a dirty pair of coveralls that reek of something in-between New York City sewers and New York City bums, stained with everything from coffee grinds to organisms Ebola would throw up over. After grabbing

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But while Britany is so lucky, since she’s a star, she ends up cry, cry, crying in her lonely heart thinking, “if I am so lucky, if I am a star, then why do these tears come at night?” Britany has found that, though incredibly famous and a icon the world over in boys from 5 to 105, she isn’t totally happy by this. He can barely get any learning done in a day with all the fine girls constantly pleading with him for a little kiss, maybe marriage.

Jack Sternicus (names have been changed to protect the innocent) gets all the fly honeys, as it is called where he is from in the south central part of San Francisco. Happiness is only achieved in ones own mind.

Maurice is the ugliest, poorest, most unknown guy ever known. Naked mole rats have been known never to reproduce after seeing Maurice, in the hopes that their offspring will never have to go through what they have gone through. Neighbors and families up to!

3 blocks away, awakened by John’s dump truck starting up, think to themselves after rolling over with a big grin on their face, “God I love my job. He has found out that none of these factors could even make him happy, for he has found out that to be truly happy, it is a dec!

ision in the mind and not in what he does or who he is. Bewildered by this hole in his heart, he calls up his personal walking models with built in computers and, once bypassing all the secrets to the universe and other boring stuff he found years ago, Bill finds out that the real secret to truly being happy lies within himself. Happiness isn’t found in what you do or who you are. Still others believe it is how many people you can mess around with in a week. burnt toast and his thermos of reheated week old coffee, John walks outside, slips on the dew frozen crunchy grass outside like he does every morning, and climbs into his putrid, rusty, rundown garbage truck. Bill Gates feels emptiness inside of him. I am pretty sure we aren’t really sure if we like her singing or not anyway. But let’s just say he is unhappy for the sake of this story.

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