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We may have an inalienable right to pursue it, but to me happiness is a really arbitrary thing. There is so much suffering in the world at any given moment that we really all should 'a quitus make/ with a bare bodkin.' But for right now, that is, in these few minutes before I head for bed, I am happy for some reason. I really shouldn't be. Nothing's changed really. I still am desperate to get laid. I still have acne on my back. And I have 300 pages to read about the dual revolution of western Europe 1795-1848. But I had a really good practice session just now. And I actually started going to spac (NU's main gym). Imagine that :). I go with Shyaam, a good friend from high school. The idea I guess is that by treating myself better, other people will notice.