"I am happy" he said, convinced that he was. "That's all there is to it, except when people like you come and think they know better and fucking bother me with their stupid questions".
Still by challenging him to prove it to me, he had gotten mad. Now he was having a bad day because I somehow managed to rob him from his happiness. Or so he thought.
Because, really, could anyone take happiness from you ? I mean, true happiness. Can anyone take love from you ? I mean, real love. Is it really love, really happiness, then, if it can be taken away by anyone ?
Happiness is unstealable, because you must decide to be happy. It does not depend on exterior factors. But it's not just a state of mind, it's you allowing love to drive you. Control what's inside, because what is inside is what makes you.
Still by challenging him to prove it to me, he had gotten mad. Now he was having a bad day because I somehow managed to rob him from his happiness. Or so he thought.
Because, really, could anyone take happiness from you ? I mean, true happiness. Can anyone take love from you ? I mean, real love. Is it really love, really happiness, then, if it can be taken away by anyone ?
Happiness is unstealable, because you must decide to be happy. It does not depend on exterior factors. But it's not just a state of mind, it's you allowing love to drive you. Control what's inside, because what is inside is what makes you.
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