I realised that you can go through times of extreme happiness, but if that happiness is not coming from a deeply rooted place, you will also be going through extreme lows of sadness.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Happiness is not a brilliant climax to years of grim struggle and anxiety. It is a long succession of little decisions simply to be happy in the moment.
Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.
Happiness is a by-product. You cannot pursue it by itself.
Extreme hopes are born from extreme misery.
I've gotten to a point, where I realize that happiness doesn't come from the outside.
There are times I am happy. There are times I am sad. But I always try to separate emotion from the need to reach for something stronger, deeper. And then no matter the emotion, I can reach for a stability that helps me accomplish what is the goal.
The older I get, the more I see that there really aren't huge zeniths of happiness or a huge abyss of darkness as much as there used to be. I tend to walk a middle ground.
My life has run from misery to happiness.
Happiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts to the farthest reaches of which we are capable.
Even when there are times that we're not happy, happiness will creep in.