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            Happiness, gladness or joy is a mental or emotional state of well-being defined by positive or pleasant emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy.

          However, no one knows what happiness really means, because every one has a different meaning to it. I believe that happiness comes both from within and from the people you surround yourself with. Everyone these days seems to share this very precise advice according to which you should only be with people that are optimistic, positive and can elevate your spirit. Good, good, but what about the rest of us? Should we be ignored? How can you tell someone to cut the negativist people out of their life, when probably that someone is keeping their head above water? Don’t judge the unhappy – scratch that, don’t judge at all. If they didn’t make peace with themselves, get their mind off of it – vodka always helps – don’t just abandon them, because that most certainly is not what they need.

          You should always guard your happiness – that is if you’ve found it. Though, do not overlook the ones struggling with it. Being comfortable with yourself is an accurate way to improve your mental state. I, for one, have always been content with spending time alone, drifting through my thoughts. This could have lead to low points, but sometimes, just sometimes, to a state of gratitude and contentment. Truthfully, the outcome is not something you can control, that’s why, you have to seek that feeling outside your bubble. And happiness does not come just by being joyful and energetic around other people. It can come from a sense of intimacy and shared feelings that you experience in the presence of another being, just by talking about your miseries in life and empathizing with each other.

          My point is, happiness does not always come form a heavenly place – especially for smart asses. As Hemingway used to say, happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know. For insecure/uncertain smart people, the probability is even lower. It’s like you’ve always wanted to be somebody, but you realize you should have been more specific. And from that derives self-loathing and an endless string of frustrations. Is that to say those people should be ignored just because they might ruin your happiness? But what if you can actually, genuinely, selflessly can help them and that would bring you more joy and satisfaction than you could dream of. Is it worth the risk?

PS: I recommend a depressing series for happy people, or the other way around – Happyish.
PPS: Lie down, try not to cry, cry a lot – or a video on how you should call your mother right now because she is probably the only human that loves you unconditionally. Just do it!

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