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See, the thing about life is that everything is just so fucking relative.
Happiness is relative. I'm relatively happy I guess. Compared to unfortunate people with miserable lives. But then again if they're able to make the most out of their lives and they're content with what they have then I guess that makes them happier than me. And then there are people in similar situations as me, with similar issues, dealing with similar problems. But they may be happier or more miserable than me, depending on other factors that affect them.
What is happiness? What am I? Do I still make sense? Have I had too much tequila? Am I really sober? What is sober? Is this all just a long rhetoric meant to voice out my inner frustrations?
Important questions all.
Happiness is relative. I'm relatively happy I guess. Compared to unfortunate people with miserable lives. But then again if they're able to make the most out of their lives and they're content with what they have then I guess that makes them happier than me. And then there are people in similar situations as me, with similar issues, dealing with similar problems. But they may be happier or more miserable than me, depending on other factors that affect them.
What is happiness? What am I? Do I still make sense? Have I had too much tequila? Am I really sober? What is sober? Is this all just a long rhetoric meant to voice out my inner frustrations?
Important questions all.