Many people think they know Happiness.
Many people think they understand.
But few ever learn what it truly is.
Many people confuse Happiness with completion.
Many more think it comes with victory.
But few ever realize they were wrong.
Many believe contentment is enough.
Many feel as though it’s all they need.
But few will ever find true Happiness,
Because they stopped looking for it long ago.
You are my better half.
You are the one who brings joy.
You are the one who brings life.
You are the one who brings peace.
You are the one who brings contentment.
You are the one who brings calm.
You are my Happiness.
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Thomas Phelps
A combination of different perspectives, evolving beliefs, and a splash of crazy rolled into one person.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
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