“Maybe happiness didn't have to be about the big,
sweeping
circumstances,
about having everything in your life in place.
Maybe it
was about stringing together
a bunch of small pleasures.
Wearing
slippers and watching the Miss Universe contest.
Eating a brownie with
vanilla ice cream.
Getting to level seven in Dragon Master
and knowing
there were twenty more levels to go.
Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks-
Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks-
the traffic signal that said "Walk"
the
second you go there-
and downticks-
the itch tag at the back of your
collar-
that happened to every person in the course of the day.
Maybe
everybody
had the same allotted measure of happiness
within each day.
Maybe
it didn't matter
if you were a world-famous heartthrob
or a painful
geek.
Maybe it didn't matter if your friend was possibly dying.
Maybe you just got through it.
Maybe you just got through it.
Maybe that was all you could ask for.”
- Ann Brashares
(The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants)
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