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Jun

Just as we learn what happiness is, we learn what pain is too. We eventually start to learn what it means to get hurt; not by falling off a bike or by getting a paper cut, but what it means to feel a  certain kind of pain that can’t be described, something that we’re left to feel on our own because nobody else would ever understand the intensity of it, never understand why certain people or certain circumstances have the ability to make us feel like our heart has been ripped out of our chest and stomped on.  
Through all my experiences, I realized that if I can feel pain on my own and even get rid of it on my own, then my happiness should solely depend on me and nobody else as well. I’ve become more of an open-minded person. I find extreme joy in small, daily victories, I find happiness in other people’s happiness, I find joy in helping others  and knowing that I’ve made their lives a bit easier, a bit better. I find happiness as I get one step closer to who I want to be and where I want to go. I’ve learned that things could always be worse than they are at any given moment.
It’s not difficult to smile; you just have to let yourself do so. I used to spend so much time looking at all the bad instead of the good. I soon came to realize that when I can see the good, I can smile. When someone can see me smile, they can smile too. When someone can smile at me, I can smile back.
When we grow up, we teach ourselves how to smile. We teach ourselves to be happy; genuinely happy. It’s not up to other people to make us smile even though they do have that ability. But if we’re striving for happiness, only we can lift the corners of our lips to form a real smile. We all learn to be happy with ourselves. 
As a child, the days when I thought I was pretty cool driving around in my small, plastic, blue car, I was happy. When I was able to just lie down on my stomach and watch my favourite cartoons, I was happy. When I would hear the jingle of the ice cream truck on a hot, summer day, I was happy. When I was in the warmth of my parents’ embrace, I was happy.  I didn’t realize how happy I was back then, but I was. No one had to force me to smile. The little, simple things in life were all I had, and that in itself was enough. 
Even now, the simple things in life are all I need to smile, to be happy. The simple things are the reasons for my happiness and they’ll always be enough.

Just as we learn what happiness is, we learn what pain is too. We eventually start to learn what it means to get hurt; not by falling off a bike or by getting a paper cut, but what it means to feel a  certain kind of pain that can’t be described, something that we’re left to feel on our own because nobody else would ever understand the intensity of it, never understand why certain people or certain circumstances have the ability to make us feel like our heart has been ripped out of our chest and stomped on.  

Through all my experiences, I realized that if I can feel pain on my own and even get rid of it on my own, then my happiness should solely depend on me and nobody else as well. I’ve become more of an open-minded person. I find extreme joy in small, daily victories, I find happiness in other people’s happiness, I find joy in helping others  and knowing that I’ve made their lives a bit easier, a bit better. I find happiness as I get one step closer to who I want to be and where I want to go. I’ve learned that things could always be worse than they are at any given moment.

It’s not difficult to smile; you just have to let yourself do so. I used to spend so much time looking at all the bad instead of the good. I soon came to realize that when I can see the good, I can smile. When someone can see me smile, they can smile too. When someone can smile at me, I can smile back.

When we grow up, we teach ourselves how to smile. We teach ourselves to be happy; genuinely happy. It’s not up to other people to make us smile even though they do have that ability. But if we’re striving for happiness, only we can lift the corners of our lips to form a real smile. We all learn to be happy with ourselves.

As a child, the days when I thought I was pretty cool driving around in my small, plastic, blue car, I was happy. When I was able to just lie down on my stomach and watch my favourite cartoons, I was happy. When I would hear the jingle of the ice cream truck on a hot, summer day, I was happy. When I was in the warmth of my parents’ embrace, I was happy.  I didn’t realize how happy I was back then, but I was. No one had to force me to smile. The little, simple things in life were all I had, and that in itself was enough.

Even now, the simple things in life are all I need to smile, to be happy. The simple things are the reasons for my happiness and they’ll always be enough.