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So many thoughts really.  All centered around such a selfish word.  A word that has soo many different meanings.  What it means to you is not what it means to me or even the next person.
Happiness.
That thing that drives us.  The thing we wake up ebery morning and think of before the world even begins to make sense.
Love. Power. Material objects. Wealth.
The thing people will kill over, die over, savrifive for, and even jeopardise their own morals and standards for. The thing that so many of us go so long without.
When is our own happiness too much of a burden?  How can we struggle and grasp l, knockimg down the next person juat to get a little taste? How can we truly believe in happily ever after?  
When we get our happily ever after why does the story always end? Wjy close the book when the good stuff happens? The happy ending?
Because there are no happy endings.
There are only happy times.  
Little momments we etch out of life and hold dear.  Cherishing and re visiting them wjen life allows us.  We close the book because life isnt always happy.  Times will be rough but they will be good again too.
Like a revolving door constantly turning. Always bringing one out and letting another in.
Happiness is fleeting and fickle.
It changes and evolves taking many different forms throughout our time here.
Those moments we must hold  dear and yet stay thankful we will feel the pain again
Welcome it, dont fear it.
Once we are sure there are no more pages to turn the book ends.  Becoming a memory.  Only to be pulled out and cherished, like a picture, and then placed back on a shelf.