Let’s talk about happiness. Happiness isn’t a protective shell. It’s not a veil to cloak your inner workings, your true feelings. It’s not an exoskeleton or charade. Happiness is a substance. And shit is it valuable. True happiness penetrates. It fills your being all the way down into your bone marrow. It pulses through your arteries and veins and tissues and organs. It swims in your brain and electrifies everything. It seeps into your consciousness, your aura, your entire life. Happiness can’t be broken, beaten, or crushed. It’s impenetrable, impervious. It’s a language that every single person on this earth can speak. It heals wounds and bridges gaps. It illuminates darkness, obliterates obstacles, and steamrolls bullshit. It’s the only substance that, when you give it away, multiplies and amplifies. Happiness is the best fucking substance out there. And you know what the best part about happiness is?
You make it yourself.
What if I said, ‘happiness sucks’? Would I be wrong?