Happiness, having come to us once, need not necessarily come again. It is not like the sun. We do not orbit it. It is something one sees, say, from a train, sitting in such a way that we look backward at that which we've already passed. Afterwards, our only solace will be in remembering that time we stared harder the harder it was to see before it disappeared.
Happiness,
Happiness,
Happiness,
Happiness, having come to us once, need not necessarily come again. It is not like the sun. We do not orbit it. It is something one sees, say, from a train, sitting in such a way that we look backward at that which we've already passed. Afterwards, our only solace will be in remembering that time we stared harder the harder it was to see before it disappeared.