What is Happiness?

Is it that warm and fuzzy feeling that starts inside,

bubbling and rising,

overflowing our systems,

twistng and turning,

 until there is nothing but melodious laughter,

or,

is it the satisfaction,

that goals were reached,

dreams were achieved,

that there is purpose

for you and I,

or,

is it that smile,

the one that lights up the sky,

parting the worries,

vanquishing the doubts that threaten to consume,

clearing the thoughts that cloud and suffocate the mind,

or,

perhaps,

is it all of the above? 

 

 

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