happiness is found within, not outside ourselves. what we have does not define who we are. he who dies with the most toys, still dies. true happiness and fulfillment is not found in the physical, but in the spiritual, in that 'other' undefinable dimension that cannot be discerned by the five senses. you can be a millionaire, and be unhappy, and define your life as shit, or you can be a beggar on the streets of calcutta, and still find reasons to be joyous and thankful that you are alive.
or whatever. i've just worked out that the times i've been happiest in my life have been the times that i've been in love, or just about to fall in love, or just realised how in love i am. and right now, i'm in love with my life, and with all that surrounds me.
and that's why my life is fucking unbeleivably fantastically good.
yyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!