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I am trying to figure out what makes us happy. I’d like to think that there is someone or something out there that makes us want to wake up every morning and just smile and laugh. But in our own realities we create our own happiness. Some people have an over abundance of friends or admirers and their work feels so busy and exciting... and a single addition to that world really isn’t that much. Others just need one. Just one to make their worlds glow. It’s all just a creation in their head. It is so easy to just look at what other people have and say that you want what they have. Who needs it all? Who tells you that you need all that to be happy? It seems that we let the green eye’s monster take over… even if we don’t want too. Never feeling complete. Never feeling satisfied. And as the world gets bigger and bigger, we just feel less and less full. The simplicities do not seem so simple anymore and our happiness is that much more distant…

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“Did you find what you were looking for…

…I found a lot of things that I didn’t need…”