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Happiness is looking forward and hoping that better things will come your way. To reach that end, you plan things to make these hopes certain; holidays, the pay you are going to get, the house you are going to buy, the person you might wake up to every morning. Unhappiness is not having such things, and constantly looking back, wondering about might-have-beens and what-ifs that are now long gone, and all the intangible un-understandable, non-controllable things that only serve to make you sad because of the hopelessness of things you cannot control. I only wish for you to be happy, nothing more, and if that's too much for you to handle, then there's nothing more I can do for you, friend.