I think happiness is fleeting. I consider myself to have short bouts of happiness here and there - but I could never say I was truly happy. I need only look out my window and see faces that have never known happiness and I realize what some people call happy should really be called grateful instead. How can someone truly be happy that understands the destitution and hunger that exists throughout world - and sees so many empty eyes and souls?
I think happiness is fleeting. I consider myself to have short bouts of happiness here and there - but I could never say I was truly happy. I need only look out my window and see faces that have never known happiness and I realize what some people call happy should really be called grateful instead. How can someone truly be happy that understands the destitution and hunger that exists throughout world - and sees so many empty eyes and souls?
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