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Jul 2017
Lately I've been wondering.
Am I happy with what  I have?

I don't mean clothes
and shoes
and gadgets

Am I happy with life?

I think so,
but how can one truly know?

Isn't 'happiness' just a mere emotion.

A fleeting second of contentment

Of having every nerve in your being

And if you really think about it
Isn't happiness a little selfish at times?

Having something happen to YOU
that makes YOU feel good
and therefore 'happy'

Happiness is humanities selfish drug.

Because in the end
Aren't we all just chasing the next high?
Written by
Amber  26/F/Upstate New York
(26/F/Upstate New York)   
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