I refuse to accept other people's ideas of happiness for me. As if there's a 'one size fits all' standard for happiness.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Happiness is boundlessly weird. Other people's choices often seem to delight them, where I would run screaming.
Happiness is a by-product. You cannot pursue it by itself.
I'm never entirely happy. That's just part of my personality, and I just have to accept that.
Everyone has their own way of expressing happiness.
Until you can be happy, you can't facilitate happiness for anybody else.
I don't belong to anyone else but myself. I have to make my own decisions. Happiness is defined by me.
My happiness grows in direct proportion to my acceptance, and in inverse proportion to my expectations.
Happiness can exist only in acceptance.
I wish people could achieve what they think would bring them happiness in order for them to realize that that's not really what happiness is.
Happiness exists only if you have a lot of people to share it with.