“Are you happy?” A stammer. A gulp. A flick of the eyes up and to the left… pondering, calculating, carry the one… Am I? I was momentarily delighted earlier when I had that donut. I was fairly pleased yesterday when I found a five dollar bill in that little pocket in my jeans that I never use except for apparently that one time. I was content when I sat outside for two minutes between calls on Monday and caught of whiff of some flower my wife probably knows the name of.
Happiness is not being asked if you're happy
Happiness is not being asked if you're happy
Happiness is not being asked if you're happy
“Are you happy?” A stammer. A gulp. A flick of the eyes up and to the left… pondering, calculating, carry the one… Am I? I was momentarily delighted earlier when I had that donut. I was fairly pleased yesterday when I found a five dollar bill in that little pocket in my jeans that I never use except for apparently that one time. I was content when I sat outside for two minutes between calls on Monday and caught of whiff of some flower my wife probably knows the name of.