When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see one that has been opened for us. For some people happiness lies in others, to be happy when you make the effort to make another person smile, and their face lights up because the effort you put in was recognised and made a difference to them. To share that happiness is something people forget to do, selfishness to only to keep that for themselves, can happiness last when the things you do is only for your benefit?
Happy, real happiness is something that people have never witnessed in a long time, who can really be happy? When you see the world as it is, the friends that surround you, happiness has no place in that world, each time a door is closed, try to force it open because, on the other side happiness awaits you, sad reality of it is. There's nothing on the other side just another door, the door that has been opened for us, how do we know it will actually bring happiness, its another chance that we take, what's the difference between the closed door and the open door? Either way we don't know what lies beyond them, only the person that opens it for us does. For one person happiness lies in another, but for some happiness lies in hope, that staring at the closed door would one day open and the time spent staring at the door would pay off, people don't want to give up about something they care for, the person that's behind that door.
Happy times, is always a memory to keep, it's a fuel source that never runs out, a fire that will not by any means wither in the strongest wind or the harshest rains, it still burns bright, the smallest flames could keep anyone going in the cold nights. Nothing last forever, not even happiness, but the memories you have will last forever, doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. Not all flames are worth being lit, some are worth the time and effort to put out, those are the flames that shine bright, but burns, scorches and scars those are the ones that are better off thrown in a river that kept dear, it never brings happiness but hurts, thorns that need to be pulled out of the wound so that in time it heals and what is left is a constant reminder, in time your knowledge and experience will bestow wisdom on you. The doors you have been through, you know how to open but its your choice whether to open them or not.
Where does your happiness lie? Does happiness actually exist in a world like this, will money buy you happiness or will love, can you buy another person's happiness? To be happy is such an easy concept, but to implement it in real life is like trying to get a camel through an eye of a needle. "If happiness is giving yourself completely to another, without a hint of selfishness, and complete disregard for your own self, then happiness doesn’t exist." (starinthroughmyrearview.tumblr.com)
