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In Search of Happiness

This post have stayed as a draft for almost a year. There have been no changes since almost last year, There is only title, and a blank body. Today, I have a feeling to write about it, but I have no idea about what is the most appropriate thing to fill this space. There are abundance of references for happiness, the way to get it, and tips and tricks. There are also stories, movies, reality shows, fables even nursery rhymes on happiness. Yet, I am not sure if any of them will fit in this space.

After all, yesterday, I found happiness. Yes, it is just a picture of pink sandals. Yet, yesterday, it spoke happiness to me. I could see love, I could feel joy, I could taste and digest happiness from it. It shouted blatantly,"HEY, I am Happiness!!"

Though so, it also spoke sadness. It cut my feelings and broke my heart. It made me weep. It articulate the sorrow, forlorn, mourn, melancholy, disconsolate, dispirited, dismal, woe-some, cheerless, and misty eyed me. Its color composed the blue feelings.

I believe this is not the sole formula, but in some happiness, there is an equal sadness. There are other kinds of happiness. Yet, with this picture I know that its woe is its cheer. The only reason this picture brings so many happiness to me is that it brings sadness also. The time I wet my eyes, is the time I am happy.

* This is my daughter's new sandals. She just bought it two days ago and send me the picture.  

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