Clear daylight made me happy. Sit up and stretch with anticipation and see the colors.

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Clear daylight made me happy. Sit up and stretch with anticipation and see the colors.
There are choices in life - arbitrary comforts or a hope capable of anything. Pretending to live or be happy with everything ahead.
"Happy" isn't what she hoped it would be, love is a mystery - desire a depth haunted by inevitable imperfections.
You're resilient, promise me you'll be happy.
This morning I feel oddly happy. The secret of peace: it is unnecessary to have a problem. The rain is lovely and I will read novels life seems so meanderingly pleasant. I do nothing and will be joyful.
It was the first decision she had made to determine the course of her life. Here and now, on a quiet bed of freedom she felt so free, so happy. This is up to me.
She looked wilder out in the water and sky. She was unexpectedly happy at that particular moment. She could not describe it. How perfect is the earth.
Is anyone happy? They are living in blind optimism with the ugly rat race, desperate suburbanites who never could quite understand beauty or love.
Anguished cries transfigured her happy countenance. Love hurt exceedingly so, you needn't imagine.
I may never be happy, but I am content.