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For a really long time in my life, I was under the impression real happiness is something that just hits a person all of a sudden, after all the pieces of his/her life have finally fallen into place, and that one would be continuously happy after that moment unless some of those pieces got screwed up again.
I'm finally beginning to understand that life isn't a puzzle. The more and more those "pieces" in my life "fall into place," and I feel basically the same, the more I realize that happiness doesn't have to have prerequisites, that if you appreciate the things that matter, it doesn't matter how jumbled up those pieces are. I feel the same because I am still the same, I'm still Emily, my attitude and my outlook are both still my own, regardless of those inconstant pieces. I think that to a certain extent, you can actually choose to be happy if you are open-minded enough.
I wonder if I'm open-minded enough.
I'm finally beginning to understand that life isn't a puzzle. The more and more those "pieces" in my life "fall into place," and I feel basically the same, the more I realize that happiness doesn't have to have prerequisites, that if you appreciate the things that matter, it doesn't matter how jumbled up those pieces are. I feel the same because I am still the same, I'm still Emily, my attitude and my outlook are both still my own, regardless of those inconstant pieces. I think that to a certain extent, you can actually choose to be happy if you are open-minded enough.
I wonder if I'm open-minded enough.