Happiness is like dinner. As a child (if you are fortunate), someone regularly made sure you had it. They do this because they care, and it’s kinda their job to do so. When you are older and independent, you become forced to make it for yourself, and if you don’t, you’ll go hungry.
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Trying my darnedest to be happy this Thanksgiving.
How does that work? How can we when the year has been so difficult? So trying, so scary, and for many, it’s been so sad, how can we stay happy? What do we cling to, and more importantly, why? Is it survival? Are we merely surviving, and happiness is an essential substance we require to properly exist? And what of those who are unable to scout out or gather any happiness for themselves? How can we help, and what does that helplessness do to all of us?
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INGRID E FABER 