I often wonder what it takes to say that you are happy. What kind of courage? What kind of life must you have lived in order to be happy? If one lives in a simple town, carrying on a simple life, with nothing but simple goals, does that mean they are happy? A simpleton in, frankly, the simplest form? Is ignorance truly bliss? Or is it just a misguidance of emotions? |
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