Happiness is something that we all seek; however, few know what it is. People look inside themselves, outside themselves, to others, their pets, their homes, their money, their possessions, their wardrobes, their hair color and image all with the belief that happiness is in one, if not all, of these things. Most are disappointed. Studies show that people who undergo makeovers are happy for a short time afterwards; then they become settled in their new look and return to their former selves. They may keep the new look, but the magical effect of happiness wanes. The new self becomes the status quo over time. Now, anyone reading this might be asking the question "So, what's the answer? How does one stay happy? How can sadness be eliminated?" The answer is, it cannot be eliminated. There will always be events that bring on sadness; the loss of a loved one, the loss of a job, even the loss of a beloved pet will bring on sadness. It is a natural state that people fe...
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