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“Maybe happiness didn’t have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures. Wearing slippers and watching the Miss Universe contest. Eating a brownie with vanilla ice cream. Getting to level seven in Dragon Master and knowing there were twenty levels to go.
Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks-the traffic signal that said “walk” the second you got there-and downticks-the itchy tag at the back of your collar-that happened to every person in the course of the day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day.
Maybe it didn’t matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. Maybe it didn’t matter if your friend was possibly dying.
Maybe you just got through it. Maybe that’s all you can ask for”
-Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks-the traffic signal that said “walk” the second you got there-and downticks-the itchy tag at the back of your collar-that happened to every person in the course of the day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day.
Maybe it didn’t matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. Maybe it didn’t matter if your friend was possibly dying.
Maybe you just got through it. Maybe that’s all you can ask for”
-Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants